I took a walk the other day, in a daze, as I am totally depressed about the election (is this really happening?), the Oakland Fire, and work shit. I just had to get the F away from my cubicle and breathe in fresh air. I walked away from the Financial District toward Union Square, heading for a place I’d never been.
Who doesn’t love book club?
I don’t remember where I first read about the Book Club of California. Probably an online article. I jotted it down in my notebook and promptly forgot about it. But feeling down, I retreat to what comforts me: a sniff of lavender, the company of others, books, the spa, a library.
Hidden on the 5th floor of an office building, the Book Club of California is a non-profit organization that supports books associated with California and the West. You have to ring a doorbell for access (which caught me off-guard), but the reading rooms and the honor bar are open to the public. They have rotating exhibits and when I went it was the closing day for Ansel Adams and Yosemite.
When I am retired, you will find me here, sipping tea and reading one of the classics.
Need a book recommendation? You can find my favorites here.