Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time, there was a woman who migrated from a distant land to make her home in Australia. She had a husband and small children, but her circle was very small. She said hello to the shop assistants. She waited for the postman. She laughed bitterly with the doctor over snotty noses and lingering coughs. The daily routine of nappies, washing, baths, tantrums and snacks rolled by endlessly. And she was sometimes sad.
Books were her constant companions. They were with her at nap time and they lulled her to sleep when she lay awake thinking about what she had left behind. They kept her mind alive with new thoughts and ideas.
But she was still lonely.
She visited the library regularly. There were storytimes and things to do for the children. There were more books for her to take home. Life wasn't always easy, but the library was like a second nest. The librarians offered smiles, suggestions, conversation.
And one day they offered her a Book Club. She took a deep breath and dived right in.
At the Book Club there were new books to read, including some old friends and others that she would never, ordinarily, have selected. Sometimes they were surprise stunners. Other times they were duds and she laughed at their plots or unsubtle diatribe. In the group, there was debate and spirited discussion. Silly jokes. The occasional tantrum. Sometimes, there was even cake. But best of all, there were friends. Life settled as her wings stretched wide and her roots took hold in the dry dust that was her new country.
Our Book Clubs are currently seeking new members. See https://www.yprl.vic.gov.au/independent-book-groups/opens a new window and https://www.yprl.vic.gov.au/library-facilitated-groups/opens a new window to find out more.