EDITOR’S LETTER
I love Robyn MacLarty’s story on book clubs (page 42) because I love my own book club so deeply. The eight of us (we used to be nine) have been together for 21 years, through four divorces, one wedding, many children, too many deaths, many triumphs, and crises of confidence, belief and circumstance. Through it all, we’ve been a yardstick and a refuge for one another: they’re a collection of funny, clever and irreverent women who provide a framework for my life, and I look forward to growing even older with them. Occasionally we moot the idea of bringing our daughters in, just to spread the love – and sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a different generation sitting around the table. I know we’re all heartily…