It’s probably just me & my South Node in the 11th House but i have always found book groups to be cesspits of cattiness, oneupmanship & petty merde. Okay, I went to only one. Once. Still I love this pic as it made me think of a really whacko book club run by an over-caffeinated, control-freaky Virgo who would have been hoovering up the Times Literary Supplement, stalking authors and rehearsing her pithy little bon mots re the latest novel in the bathroom mirror.
And the scene above occurred because she was outdone by a cheekboned Capricorn academic who’d just returned from a writers retreat with authors she’d “really rather not name” due to their superstar status in the lit world and who said that she honestly could only bear to read Goethe in the original German.
This would of course also be an ideal opportunity for the lower Gemini Delia Antwerp Aaars to wear her designer hair skirt and attempt to start her own splinter group. There’s a booky Piscean in the room but she’s just been skulking up the back sipping gin and reading Georgette Heyer.