Novel & Cerita Book Club Discussion Ideas

That’s exactly where I had Conrad and where I would keep him. “Here you go, Bowen. Oh hey Conrad,” Grant stated. “You guys talking about books again?” “We are,” Conrad smiled slightly. “Bowen and I don’t exactly see eye to eye on one of the themes of the book.” “We were having a friendly discussion about it,” I smirked. “I of course still think that I’m right.” “And I think that I’m right.” “Well books can be interpreted differently right?” Grant asked. “So you could both be right.” I shook my head. “Not this time.”

Another XY chromosome in attendance was a young lad that looked like he'd been forced to be here. Three men among six women, discussing an erotica book. At the risk of sounding like Sawyer, this really did look like one of those cults that adjourned with an orgy. "Shall we start?" My god mother broke the tension almost as if she could read my thoughts aloud. "I'm just going to start by thanking Zade Cutler for showing up to our book club. I didn't know a man of your...ehm..caliber was interested in books" I smiled. A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest.

Reading was one of them. Back when Thomas’s lessons weren’t so strict, we’d have a tiny little book club with Mother and talk about the stories we liked. I had been a bit too young back then to read what they were reading but they always listened when I gushed about my children’s books about color and magical beans, so I did my best to listen to them gush about romance or surviving zombie apocalypses. Good times. Oh, if there was a book club on campus I’d have something to do. I didn’t see how I could get into trouble with something like that.

“While we are here for as long as we would be, how about we work on our cookbook?” I squint my brows at that silly suggestion and dismissed it. But me refuse to give it up. He begin to ramble on about how the place we are being trapped in is a cozy place to talk about food. Somehow… it’s quite cozy but I’m so not chattering with Carlton over food when I’ve my kids to worry about. Except that Carlton manages to pull me into a discussion with him where I have no choice. He started with relaying his recently discovered theories and ideas we could use for the cook book.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

"How about a movie night? We could pick a film, make some popcorn, and cozy up on the couch." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. "A movie night sounds like a great idea," I said, "but only if we can pick the movie together. I don't want to end up watching something boring." She chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Deal! Let's browse through the options and see what catches our eye." We walked over to the bookshelf where the DVDs were kept, scanning the titles and discussing our preferences. As we browsed, our conversation flowed easily, touching on our favorite genres, actors, and directors. The atmosphere was relaxed, and I found myself laughing at her witty remarks and insight

Leaving the estate hadn't been easy. Arguing with Cassio definitely hasn't been easy. But I'd done it. And I was glad I did. Eventually, the heavier topics faded away. The mood lightened. The conversation shifted. And I was grateful for that because I wasn't sure I could survive another emotional discussion. "So," Emmy said dramatically. "Can we discuss the movie?" I groaned immediately. The movie we had been forced to watch because of Booktok. We hadn't read the book but just went directly to the movie and it was an absolutely ridiculous movie.

I listen to Marvin and Steve as they try to figure out what they want to write their discussion paper on. “What about great literary loves?” It jumps out of my mouth. All the eyes in the circle shoot to me like they’re shocked I spoke. It fuels me, makes me eager to prove I’m not that girl. The girl who can’t just relax and be herself. Who can’t really talk. “That sounds more like a chick thing to me,” Marvin says and I roll my eyes at him. “Then go at it from a different direction,” I tell him. “Compare those characters who everyone thinks have the best love story and tear it apart. Romeo and Juliet? They fell in love just with one look? I’m sure you guys disagree with that. ”

Xavier might have been skeptical before, but let’s see how he plans to wriggle out of this one. "Yes, Xavier, doesn’t that sound delightful?" I flash him a grin, leaning back just enough to look completely at ease. "Why don’t you pick our first book? Something we can all study over the next few weeks." His face twists in barely concealed irritation. He grumbles something under his breath. I raise a brow. "What was that, Brother?" He exhales sharply. "I said it sounds like torture." He shakes his head. "You three enjoy yourselves." "You can’t have a book club with just three people," I argue, though I have no idea if that’s actually true. "You need at least four to make it… interesting. Other

"But what could we say? Our families know everything about each other. They'll be suspicious if we suddenly start spending more time together." Kora’s eyes lit up. "I know! We could say that we're starting a book club together!" Kora exclaimed. "Your families know that we're both bookworms, so it won't seem weird if we start meeting up once or twice a week. And you can use that time to spend with Tom. It's perfect!" I felt a rush of hope at her suggestion. "That's actually a pretty good idea," I said, my mind racing as I considered the possibilities. "We could even meet at different places each time, so it won't seem suspicious if we're always gone for the same amount of time."