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Goodbye for now...


So today marks my last here at the Yeovil College Book Club before I go on my maternity leave until December 2015.

I am leaving the club with my very capable and trusted fellow employee Sharon Smith who will act as stand in manager whilst I am away (to contact Sharon direct email her at Sharon.smith@yeovil.ac.uk) .

I would just like to say a massive thank you to all of you for your support and commitment to the club over the past two years- I think we have an amazing group of people and I look forward to watching the club strive and grow in the future.

I will endeavour to attend the last of the year's meetings (as a member and baby depending!) which are:

Tuesday 14th April, 4PM, Yeovil College QSA.

Tuesday 2nd June, 4PM, Yeovil College QSA.

Tuesday 4th August 4PM, Yeovil College QSA (please note this date could be subject to change)

So for now I will pass you over to Sharon- keep checking the blog for all Book Club related upcoming news and events and spread the word to your family and friends!

And don’t forget to follow our twitter page at @YC_Reading

“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers.”  (Charles William Eliot)

 
Carey
 

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