American Dirt Book Club Questions นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I can't imagine spending time with him outside the hospital; I'd be too awed to speak. "All right, ladies!" Cindy taps a spoon against her glass to get our attention. "We're a book club, so we need to at least look like we're talking about this week's read." She reaches down to take a hardback book out of her bright pink beach bag. "Elin Hilderbrand's The Rumor-so much to unpack here. Who wants to start?" When none of us say a word, Cindy heaves a loud sigh. "Okay, children. I see you're going to make me work for this one. The book is told from four different points of view. Which did you relate to the most?"

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

"We have to know what is written inside." "Right." Amia concurred before she could stop herself. She blushed afterwards. Dedari took in a deep breath, before untying the strap that bound the book. He opened the book, sighing as he found many blank pages with nothing written on them. "Thought as much" he muttered, scolding himself mentally for trying to make a mountain out of a molehill. But his thoughts were disrupted when he got to the last page of the book. "Anything reasonable in the book?" Jacob asked, having seen how Dedari had been scrolling through the pages, disappointment evident on his face.

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

I answer without hesitation, “it was a game.” My mom doesn’t believe me, but she stays quiet. Then she looks at him. “And you?” Mateo takes a second before answering. “Same.” We look at each other. And in that moment everything comes back, the fight, the anger, the impact, last night, all of it packed into a single look neither of us is willing to break. “What a coincidence,” Mark laughs. If only he knew. “I’m going to the bathroom,” I say suddenly, standing up before I lose what little patience I have left.

The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie. No wonder, he was so smart, thought Maddie, when he had and read such great book collections. Leaving the bookshelf, Maddie moved to a couch right across Andrew's bed and sat down on it, and then she fetched her phone from her pocket and started to type a text message to send to Audrey. "Hey, back from work yet?" she hit the send button after typing, and then looked up from her phone to admire Andrew who looked so cute with his solemn expression as he read.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.

it got awkward. and when they where back to the library from which moorman had borrowed a book on the blood of Christ, Damaris had gone out to smoke, staring at a dusty old picnic bucket while singing one karaoke duet. she pushed her head through the library door and murdered the silence where a bunch of grey haired men and women sat, came up with the most dumbest of ideas. "why, Rylee. we could take a trip to somewhere new." a few old faces glared up at her. men and women who had lived Vergil all their lives and walked down the Patriots bridge together to school, got to college and gotten married here.

She looks at Amira again, her smile widening and tears trickling down her face. "Just look at how happy your sister is. Don't you want that for yourself?" I can't keep having this conversation with her. "Mom, excuse me. I need to use the washrooms," I lie. "I will be back." I vanish. On my way, I bump into someone I did not expect to see. Broad chest. Cheap cologne. Handsome face with a cocky smile. "Ren?" ^^^^^^^^^ Hey guys, The new book is called "TERRA". I'll be posting a few chapters here this month. If you guys love it, I'll apply for a contract with GoodNovel. Your feedback is highly appreciated ❤