روايات وقصص ضمن Book Club Ideas For Adults

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.

LILY "In the pages of a book, we find an escape and a mirror reflecting our own stories, struggles, and triumphs. I encourage you to share your thoughts openly, fostering an environment where the exchange of ideas becomes a cherished part of our meetings..." I stood amidst the crowd, staring into space, hating the feeling that had enveloped me. Elated. I was supposed to be elated. Running a book club for senior citizens? This was my dream come true. Among the people I loved, what more could I wish for?

Ooo, it’s cute. I do a quick check of the apartment and am satisfied I am ready for Autumn to arrive. I have put some of her favorite books by the bed for her to read, although knowing my bestie, she will have at least six books with her plus her Kindle. Autumn reads as much as I do. Back in NYC we used to be part of a book reading group. I need to find one here, or maybe I could start one up myself. Perhaps I could use a corner of the restaurant for it during the day, when I am not officially open. Er, that could be an idea. Maybe I am on to something, Mom could make the cakes for us and some snacks, and I could charge a small fee or make money off the coffees. Right, I am getting mentally

Kate POV “Katie let’s do an adult girls’ night,” Lily says. Pausing to wonder what exactly that means Lily continues, “You know – adult refreshments at an adult party location? Maybe in town at the Club?”. The “Club” is a hot spot for a lot of locals as well as people from neighboring towns. Mostly people in their 20’s and 30’s frequent the club, but it’s been known to attract a diverse group of people. They have great music, great dance floor, and cater their selection of alcohol to werewolves as well as to humans.

“You’re totally the leader of our book club; you write her. Maybe it’ll be called The Last Werewolf Ever: For Real. What do you think?” I laughed. “Probably. Speaking of, I should get the next book club scheduled, shouldn’t I? We have so many theories to discuss.” “I’m open tonight,” Kaitlynn offered readily. “I have plenty of ideas of what could happen next.” “Tonight?” I bit my lip and winced, recalling how Brick had said we were going to enjoy his hot tub together this evening when he’d kissed me goodbye at my door. “Um, I can’t tonight. But maybe this weekend?”

It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

We hadn’t discussed her feelings on that further, and I didn’t want to bring it up because I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, but maybe seeing for herself would help make her more confident in herself. “You know, I was thinking.” Chastity said as we walked hand in hand down the street toward the diner. “What’s that?” I asked. “Does the main pack library do a weekly reading group for pups?” “From what I’ve heard they do.” “Oh good. I was also thinking about what Lexi talked about months ago, about the tradesmen workshops they do at Dark Moon. Do we do something like that here?” “In a way. The high school takes students who are interested to different businesses to give them an idea of w

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?”

It was a peaceful, beautiful scene—one that spoke of a town rooted in love and community. As they finally turned to go back inside, Lillian paused, looking at Nicholas with a twinkle in her eye. “You know… I was thinking. Maybe it’s time we expanded the bakery a little. We could add a small reading corner, a place for people to sit and stay awhile, maybe even host a monthly book club or poetry night.” Nicholas raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “A book corner in the bakery? I like it. And I know a few people who would love a poetry night. Besides, it gives us another excuse to bring people together.”

I stopped to look down at my nails, my eyes instantly drawn to the one different nail on my left ring finger. "Oh yeah?" Ella said. "Maybe we should create a little book club of our own, have discussions about our lunch gatherings rather than just sharing glances at each other." She suggested. "Well... While the young wives might like the idea, I'm not so sure about the old wives," Cilvia commented. "Is this your way of saying you don't want to do book clubs?" Ella asked, and Cilvia just shrugged her shoulders. "We can go get our nails done. I'm sure all the women would like that," Cilvia suggested.