weekend thoughts

Book Club
The Yes Please book club met on Saturday and I loved it. It was at a lady's house in West Seattle, and I told Jeff when I got home if there was more than one stinking bridge connecting West Seattle to the rest of Seattle (and we had a million dollars) I would say we should move over there. But anyway, the food everyone brought was amazing and I, as usual, was the person getting 3rds while all the fit Seattle people talked about their fitbit wristbands and how many steps they walked that day (one girl said her usual is 5 miles a day. 5 miles?!?!? these healthy seattle people are crazy sometimes).

But the best part was of course discussing the book. I was in love to hear that everyone thought she came off slightly bitchy, but in a "i am woman, hear me roar" way. And then I brought up the point about how I felt she really wrote from her specific place in life (40s, 2 kids, middle of career) and one of the ladies who was there said that made her relate to it more. So it was really interesting to see where we agreed and disagreed on things.

All in all. Excellent book club. I'm definitely going back.

Foodista Outing
One of the other meetup groups I belong to had a brunch on Sunday and it was fun. I go to these specific meetups with the mindset "I'm most likely never going to see this woman again, so lets have deep chats" and we always do and it's great fun. It's like speed-friending. We went to Percy's and Co and my drink was delicious. the food was ok.

I am Malala
I finished reading I am Malala this weekend (while watching the Golden Globes - talk about your juxtaposition) and then called Nani and had a long discussion about it. And I came to the conclusion that this book really shows how different the world is in different areas and how un-relatable her story is to my life. She is fighting for things that we totally take for granted to the point where we complain about. She was having to hide and risk her life to go to school. The other thing I took away from it was her innocence. Remember when she wrote the book she was 15, so every once in awhile she would make a comment like "I just didnt understand why X and Y were happening and the government should do something about it." Even with all her experience going and speaking around her country and meeting all these people, she's still a kid. Even now, with a Nobel Peace Prize, she's only 17.

A more selfish thing I took away from the book was being proud at myself for knowing things about politics. She mentions in the book meeting Richard Holbrooke, whose name I recognized because I read Hilary Clinton's memoir from when she was Secretary of State (ok ok I read 2/3 of it, but that was farther than I thought I was going to get). But I felt smart because I recognized something about politics.