Novel & Cerita Book Club Discussion Notes

Ads by Pubfuture I brought him to the balcony, and I smiled when I felt the night breeze tickled on my skin. I wanted to change my clothes, but I knew I needed to talk with Ashton about our project, and I felt so glad he prepared his notes. And I am amazed by how well he has written his notes, and he highlighted all the key points, and it was very shocking to learn that we chose the same book, one from Shakespeare, from Jane Austin, and the classic historical book by Margaret Mitchell entitled Gone With The Wind. "You chose, Megan." He said when he realized I was still looking in his notes, and when I handed him my notes, I saw him shaking his head out of the corner of my eye.

I’d make some new friends, and if that didn’t work out, I’d still have my coursework and classes. The book club met twice a week to accommodate for classes and the time it’d take to read the books, but it went from nine PM to midnight or later, just like a writing workshop—or so I was told. They were more than happy to let me join in, much to my relief, and were very welcoming. One of the girls in the club, Alice, talked to me as everyone waited for whoever volunteered their car for the evening to arrive.

“You’re one of those conspiracy people.” “I am,” she said proudly. “Thank you for noticing.” I poured tea into mugs and added sugar, too much, as usual. Bailey watched, horrified. “Sweet tea,” she said, sounding like she’d discovered a crime. “You’re a sweet tea person.” “Yes,” I said, defensive on principle. Bailey leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We start a book club.” I blinked. “What?” “A book club,” she repeated, like it was obvious. “For romance. Specifically romantic fantasy. Specifically.” she lowered her voice again, conspiratorial “ the ones with wolves.”

He lets out a frustrated sound and tips his head back, his lips moving dramatically as he silently prays for strength to deal with me. I've seen that look enough to know what it is. "Only the first night of book club is at the store. We take turns rotating every week to people's houses. They took pity on us and let us do it together." He says, showing me his sheet of paper showing what week people signed up for. I have one as well, but I just folded it and shoved it into my book not realizing what it was. "Shit, so what does that even mean?" I ask and Everett shrugs.

"Billy? Huh, oh yeah, I'm fine. Yes. Lunch today, right." "Good, can't wait." She smiled again and left him with his jaw hanging open and a deer in the headlights gaze. When she got back to her desk, she sent Nicki a text asking him if he wanted to meet her for dinner and they could maybe go over their book club reading together. They met on Thursdays every other week for their book club. Most of the time, she got through half the book before she gave up and read the last chapter. Nicki would fill her in on the way over to the meeting what parts she was missing.

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

This seemed more corporate today than usual, but I began taking notes and wondering what legends and romance type of books we would read. Fourth period flew by and the bell rang. Book club was actually in this class too. How did I miss that before? It didn’t start for another fifteen minutes so I decided to leave my things and run to the restroom and grab a bag of chips out of the vending machine near the teacher’s lounge and be back with time to spare. I grabbed a bag of honey barbeque chips and heading back.

I looked around the length of the Council Hall, my eyes sweeping across forty Alphas, forty distinct territories, and forty powerful people who had spent their entire lives protecting histories they had just learned were fundamentally incomplete. Professor Smith slowly closed his notebook with a soft thud. "We've all been reading completely different chapters," he murmured, sliding his pencil behind one ear as he stared blankly at the cover. "None of us ever realized the book itself had been torn apart." No one laughed at the analogy. Takoda rested his left hand lightly against the edge of the council table, his long fingertips stopping only inches away from the ancient parchment. "I disagre

“Yeah, even the idea freaks me out.” Aiden nodded. “Glad we’re on the same page.” Nova crossed her arms but smiled at Eli. “Well, we’re on the same page too.” “Exactly,” Eli said softly. “It’ll be fine as long as you guys are with us.” That almost cracked me. Almost. “Still a no,” Aiden said firmly. “Let’s keep clubbing aside until college,” I added. “Suggest something less… clubby.” I raised a brow. “Maybe a book club?”

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”