This blog is about book clubs. In praise of them. In gratitude for them. They’re the reward part of a writer’s life. At least for me they are. They’re like a savoury bone given to the sled dog after a long arduous haul over challenging, unknown mountainous terrain. That’s the kind of journey it was, writing City Wolves. To relax and gnaw on a savoury bone in the good company of one’s pack…that’s reward time.

As it was when I attended, for instance, a book club in Port Perry, Ontario some weeks ago. The Book Babes, this one is called. Years ago they had selected my previous novel, A Shark in the House and I had a good time with them then. So I was pleased when they selected City Wolves and was willing to make the long drive to Port Perry. A beautiful historic town on Lake Scugog. The host house was spectacular, owned by a veterinarian. Yup! And there were winning dogs, along with nearly twenty perceptive, fun, highly intelligent Book Babes. They plied me with wine and savouries, making me laugh, and ponder and tell things I wouldn’t in a public arena. They made me see things in the book I hadn’t been conscious of. And they brought and bought more copies of City Wolves to be signed. Delicious!.

Today I’m in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Is., about to give my first presentation and reading on an extensive book tour of the Atlantic provinces. Lots to blog about here.