Novel & Cerita Book Club Discussion Ideas

“It’s pretty wild. You’re in for an interesting night.” Luna grabs another copy of the book from a nearby stack and hands it to me. “Here you go. This one’s a fresh copy, we have plenty. You’ll see why in a minute.” I take the book, glancing between them. “You’ve actually got extras? What kind of book club is this?” Lilly grins mischievously. “One that takes its material seriously. We didn’t just pick this one by chance. We’ve been swapping theories about it for weeks now. Everyone’s dying to hear your take.”

She also had this ability to debate, to defend her point of view, without belittling yours or insulting when you don't think the same way. The most recent debate was about the best books we had ever read. I told her that I couldn't pick just one, to which I added, “She's crazy, Chelsea. What person who appreciates reading can have a favorite? I denied, because it sounded like something impossible. There is a huge variety of categories. No it can not be done.

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.

Gwen's Pov I couldn’t stay in that apartment another minute. The package on the coffee table stared at me like a living accusation. Every time I glanced at it, fresh waves of humiliation crashed over me. I needed out. My Book club meeting was today. Right. It was my one safe, normal thing this week, a quiet gathering at a cute café a few blocks away where we talked about romance novels and drank overpriced lattes. No ex-husbands. No lecturers. No drama.

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?”

basically meant more workload for me and less responsibility on everyone else's shoulders. “This is also our one opportunity to draw more members for the Literature Club, so I want to leave things in your hands.” Why did she look at me when she said that? “What do you guys have in store for us?” She asked, and I let my gaze drift elsewhere. Anywhere but in her direction. “I think the obvious option is the book review” “Jonathan, please. We're not trying to bore them to death again” his twin sister countered. “Can we do that book swap thing we tried last year?”

She even started to joke around with Lily, and the two of them would often stay up late at night, giggling and talking. One night, as we were all gathered in the living room, Lily turned to Emily and said, "Hey, I have an idea. Let's have a movie night." "Sounds fun," Emily said, smiling. "What do you want to watch?" Lily asked, scrolling through N*****x on her phone. "How about 'The Breakfast Club'?" Emily suggested. "Ooh, I love that movie," I said, chiming in. "I haven't seen it before," Alex said, looking over from his laptop.

She kept staring at Mr Felix. 'I was speaking for myself. You should speak for yourself too.' 'Guys, no bickering please. I'm not in the mood for your childish bickering.' 'It's not childish' We both said in unison. And he looked at the both of us, shaking his head. 'You see? The topic is.....' He stopped again and we both groaned. He laughed. 'The topic is The Reading Culture: prons and cons.' 'Wow wow. I love the sound of that. That's too creative. Oh my God! I can't wait.'

“It's nothing you should worry about. You didn't answer my last question though.” “We're friends, yeah?” “What do you think?” She shrugged. “Yes, I guess.” Betraying how I felt at that moment, I forced a smile at her. She smiled back and we started walking again. “Would you like to join a book club? We read books then we have scheduled meetings to sit and discuss what we read in the books.” “I know what a book club is, Annabelle.” “Sorry,” she said, letting out a little laugh. “I'll think about it and let you know. I have a lot to do and I have to see if it is something I can fit into my plans.”

We all have found ourselves laughing in certain parts of the plot. Cassie was on the floor beside Quentin, helping him reach his juice box. Alison laughed at something the bear did, and even Father smiled quietly. However, as soon as Quentin passed out, General Jude carried him to his room and Cassie followed him while the rest of us decided on what to watch. “The Notebook.” Liam suggested. “It's a classic and it's really good.” “Hard Pass.” Alison said curtly. “Tragic romance is not my thing.” “What about Oppenheimer?” Kylian suggested.