Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand
March 10, 2015 in recap
Can I get a pass on this one, because (1) book club was less than two weeks ago, so I haven’t had NEARLY the amount of procrastination time I’m supposed to, and (2) I was supposed to have time to write this today but I was bombarded with last-minute meetings, which also isn’t a great excuse since I shouldn’t have left this to the last minute. But ANYWAY.
In the interest of being out of time, I’m going to sort-of-but-not-really plagiarize. Since our book, Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, was fantastically British, here’s our Saloon recap from the mouthes of the Brits. (I cite my sources, so it’s not really plagiarizing.)
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.
Winston Churchill
We tried and tried and tried to have book club, but sickness and snow kept delaying. Still, we were successful, albeit on the last day of the month, on a Saturday, with a brunch-style book club.
Nothing is more obstinate than a fashionable consensus.
Margaret Thatcher
Well sorry, Margaret, but the pop-lit book we read was well liked, so while it probably was in line with a fashionable consensus… the consensus was that this book was more adorable than a picnic in Hyde Park.
When you read a novel, your own imagery is the most important. It’s what makes reading such a wonderful thing.
Daniel Craig
Daniel Craig, you could not possibly be more beautiful. But this is about the book. That we read. God, the thought of a book-loving 007 is too much. What did we read again?
The internet has been a boon and a curse for teenagers.
J. K. Rowling
Well JK, we enjoyed the internet as a way to catch up on a very small amount of current events, to oogle at obscenely ridiculous Facebook posts, and to watch movie trailers.
Food is so freaking good.
Henry VIII
Okay, he probably didn’t exactly say that. But some form of it, I’m sure. He had gout, for chrisssakes. Anyway, that’s good to pull in because we had pancakes and sausage crescents and strange-but-good Cincinnati-style ghetta (guetta? getta?), which was a brunch-style first for Saloon.
Horray saloon!