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Julie began as she pulled into a parking spot, “you’re a strong woman. With time, you’ll find your way. Just remember, you’re not alone.” She stepped out of the car, and it immediately enveloped me in the familiar scent of books and the aromatic smell of coffee. Julie led the way into the renovated book club. The space was transformed; it felt inviting and warm. While it kept the charm of the wooden interior, new elegant furnishings made it look vibrant. As I remember, the library section had expanded, with more seating arrangements, and the ambiance was comforting.

"Book club." "Where?" "The community center on Maple Street." I groaned. "You've got to be kidding me." "I'm not." "Dean, I'm not interested in sitting around with a bunch of strangers talking about books I haven't read." "Then maybe you should have read them," he countered, still not looking at me. I wanted to reach forward and smack the phone out of his hand. Instead, I just sank lower in my seat and glared at the back of his head.

Being alone with a good book and alcohol or caffeine is the best feeling in the world, probably better than sex. The next day, I walked into Monet's and met a group of ladies who were fine as hell. I was relieved to see that there were no men here. At least if there was going to be a man, he should be gay, and we all agreed to that. We were six: Cindy Bellman, Aisha Mohammed, Drew Finch, Jessica Boston, Lexi Hale, and me. We were just six beautiful ladies who loved to talk about our favourite books and rant about how J. K. Rowling is a bitch for her transphobic tweets. Sometimes we'd just go out to have some fun. We weren't just a book club; we were a sisterhood.

“Jack’s on the soccer team, your brother is on the gadgets or whatever you call it team, Axel — the love of your life is on the basketball team. That leaves two of us.” Amber rolled her eyes. “I’m joining the book club. It’s where I can actually express myself without being laughed at because I’ve read lots of books in my lifetime,” she said with a smile. “But cheerleading—filled with spoiled and egoistic sassy bimbos with tutus and pom poms—not my cup of tea.” Melissa couldn’t help chuckling. “You didn’t have to put it that way,” she said as her expression became thoughtful. She suddenly got an idea. A mischievous smile graced her lips — there was no way Amber would be able to turn her down after saying this.

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It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

"You stop reading because it feels like work instead of escape." "Exactly," I said, relieved that he got it without me having to explain. "I keep rereading the same pages and realizing I don't remember anything I just read." He smiled. "That's why book club helps. Other people keep you accountable. I’m part of a book club actually that started out in January. It’s just a dozen people, and we read different genres every week. But it’s so nice, and it helps to keep me accountable because without it, I won’t even read anything."

"Most of the time, yes. It's a small town in the middle of lots of country, in case you haven't noticed. Just about everyone knows everyone else, and if you didn't grow up with them, you're an outsider. But the people who work here have been friendly to me for the most part. We have a book club if you're interested. The last couple of times, we've met at my house, but it's supposed to circulate meeting spots. Let me know, and I can hook you up." "I appreciate that." I rubbed my forehead. "My head is kind of spinning right now." "First day blues." Jenny winced empathetically. "I get it. I got here a few weeks before we opened, but even so, that first day was . . . weird." Something flitted across her expression and was gone before I could figure out what it was. "Listen, as one non-Floridian to another, if you need any help getting settled, figuring out your way around . . . you know, like where's the best place to get a cup of coffee or buy chocolate or find shelf liner for your new place, give me a call." Reaching into the pocket of her scrubs jacket, she tore a piece of paper from a pad and scribbled down her number. "I'm available day or night. My . . .ah . . . roommate is out of town right now, so don't worry about calling whenever you want."

She hugged Amber and headed downstairs. “Never, ever let her quit,” I whispered to Amber. “I won’t,” she replied. Jenny was in the living room, reading a book in some language I didn’t recognize. “What are you doing, Babe?” I asked. “Reading,” she grinned, knowing I wouldn’t let it go. “Well, until someone interrupts me.” “In a foreign language?” I teased, though it was obvious. “For you, yes. For me, no,” she played along. “Is it a good book?” I joined in.

Looks like the team Reed was vouching for didn't make it tonight. When we met with the pack, Jess thrusted a novel into my hands. One glance at the cover told me all I needed to know about the book. I grinned sheepishly as she pulled me away. Adult novels like this was a perfect distraction. I followed her quick steps up the stairs to a room filled with other girls in the pack. On seeing Claire, I immediately apologized to her. "It's cool," she reassured and returned to her laptop, tapping away at the keys.

The couch was positioned to the side, allowing me to see everyone’s profile. “Guess what I found!” Jenny exclaimed excitedly from the entryway. At the sound of her voice, my heart felt like it was about to leap out of my chest. She stepped into the living room. The girls were sitting on the couch, while Brian and Paul stood near the snacks. “What did you find?” Susy asked. Jenny pulled out a thin booklet with a title I couldn’t read. “Where did you find it?” Susy asked, suddenly animated, jumping up from the couch before taking the booklet from Jenny.

Instead, she steps back and gives me a chance to show my fans appreciation. Once we make it past the crowd, we quickly make our way to the bookstore. Doubt tries to creep into my mind as I lead Jena to the door of the bookstore, but I keep walking, telling myself that she wrote a book to me first and this will just be slightly more public than the privacy she probably wanted with the book. It doesn’t take Jena long to spot the display, and she stops dead in her tracks. For a moment she just looks at the book that is displayed in the center of the store, looking proud in the bright orange cover with an image of a couple on the cover, the town we met in, in the background. Clean Air is the name of the book and at the top of the cover is her pen name, Jane Carter. The name she had introduced herself with to me when we had first met at Mila’s café. Next to her name, Jack Dawson, the co-writer of the book and also that name I had given her first. “What is this?” She asks, sounding stunned as she reaches out a hesitant hand towards the book. She takes it and opens it to the first page , sucking in a breath when she reads the first page, her own words she had written to me.

Well, I found the 'Memoir' " I asked with a confused look-" What is that?" She replied as she gestured us to sit down-" Something you will like Shawna" John smiled as he already knew about the book and replied while taking the book from her hands while looking at it-" It's the history of WitchLand and other worlds" Junnie took the book in her hands from him and said-" No way, this is the original 'Memoir'?" Jenny winked at her and replied-" Of course"

” Jenni ~”Hey we must go to that new club in town. Becca ~”Dynasti?” Jenni ~”Yes.” Becca ~”I don't think so.” Jenni ~”Why not?” Becca ~”Josh owns it.” Jenni ~”Really? We can get in without standing in those cues.” Becca ~”Did you not hear me? Josh owns it, Josh my EX.” Jenni ~”I heard you. All more the reason you should go.” Becca ~”Why?” Jenni ~”Piss him off.”

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The exact people Henri had spent his life helping. The exact people Claire had fought for. The exact people Jessica recognised immediately. Because once upon a time she had been one of them. The gallery became quiet. Not silent. Thoughtful. Jessica slowly turned the final page. Then looked up. Camille appeared nervous again. Terrified, actually. The sight made Jessica smile. Because she remembered that feeling. Believing in an idea. Wondering whether anyone else would. "What are you calling it?" Camille hesitated. Then answered. "The Oak Project."

she huffed saying things I couldn’t even quite understand "I hope Abigail never hears your theories," Kathy replied with a curt grin. "Abigail?" I echoed, unfamiliar with the name. "That’s the popular three’s Aunt, she and her cousin Anna, joined our book club six months ago, I admit they are peculiar ladies," She replied as she stood up with the now empty plate of cookies. "You think their peculiar as well?" Ally asked unconvinced. "Well they look quite normal, but I must admit, they do have their perks," Kathy paused by the sink as if in deep thought, her eyes glazing over.

"Found it in a vintage vault back home. Most people just think it's a Target reprint." ​"Absolutely not, the distressing on the collar line is way too authentic," she said, sliding her phone into her pocket and standing up. She carried herself with a confident, high-society ease that I immediately respected. "I'm Jenni, by the way. I stay in Room 204." ​"Talia. Room 304," I replied, leaning my hip against the edge of the mail table. ​"Nice to meet you, Talia," Jenni said, giving my outfit one last approving nod as she grabbed her bag. "We should definitely hit the local thrift lanes off-campus sometime next week. I'll see you around the hall."

I sat on Xavier's lap, Dane and Theo on either side of me as we chatted with their parents, Marilyn already popping one of the faerie bottles and pouring four glasses. She handed one to me and I blinked in surprise. "If you're joining Book Club, you'll need to get use to the buzz." She winked. My ears twitched and they all chuckled. "You'd allow me to join your Book Club?" I asked, Xavier squeezing me sweetly. The mother's smiled at me, sitting shoulder to shoulder beside Dane. "Theo says you're reader of classics." I smiled and nodded. "I love them." Thena pulled out a bag from under the table.