American Dirt Book Club Questions นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And she crumped up her paper to show that she was finished. "Does anyone have any questions for Emily about the book she selected?" Ms. Reeds asked. Her smile was somewhat less bright. No one raised a hand, so she asked, "Where does the story take place? Where is its setting?" "The forest," Emily said. "On a river. The river is where they go rafting." "Were there any other memorable characters in it? Besides the girl and the dog?" "No," Emily said. "Oh, there's a bear. A grizzly bear. I guess I forgot to mention him."

I replied, raising an eyebrow in defiance of her statement. "We have smores." Hazel showed me the marshmallows and cookies. "And we were having a nice talk." I sighed, "you two were talking about a fucking book that I didn’t even read!" "It was on the reading list for school!" Isaac said shocked. "How did you not read it?" Before I could answer, my phone rang. It was Airk, but he called way before I suspected he would. I walked away from the campfire, not sure if Airk wanted Isaac and Hazel to hear what he had to say.

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.

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”