Book Club Ideas For Adults Novels & Stories

“You’ll have to read them to me.” I sighed, realizing I couldn’t get him off my lap. I could shove him, but he’s probably prepared for that and would deadweight or pop right back into my lap. It’d be an endless loop. So, I had to give up and endure. “My dad knows what I read. Uncle Alex started Bound To Please, a book club many of us in the ranked families across multiple packs are part of. We all enjoy reading paranormal romance because it’s an interesting escape to see how these humans have tried to describe our reality.” I explained.

I’m trying to be patient, but it’s harder than I’d like to admit. Two months ago, I opened my bookstore, and it’s been incredible. Twice a week, we host book clubs, and I’ve made it a point to bring one of the guys with me to each session. It’s hilarious watching their faces as we dive into the discussions. The women seem to enjoy it too—something about discussing steamy romance scenes with a bit of eye candy in the room. The door finally creaks open, and I sit up straighter as they walk in.

“And what do you mean my gimmicks?” Micheal winces. “Sorry, bad choice of words. I mean, maybe you can think of something that will be able to bring more money. Something you do every week, like a book club? Or knitting club? Arts and crafts? Or something else book-related, perhaps.” I can see where he’s going with this, but I’m already shaking my head before he’s finished. “I actually did a knitting club and a craft evening a few years ago, but the numbers were quite low. I gave up after about three months.”

So time went by, until one day I went to a meeting of friends, we all got together to go to a literature expo, this was very special, because we had a book club, in which we met every week to read a book, depending on the theme we were touching. So we were very interested in this expo, it was going to last three days and it was from eight in the morning to two in the afternoon, so we had breakfast and lunch, after lunch we went out and the last day started at twelve o'clock, we had lunch and dinner. To be continued.

It's not a life I can even imagine. After a shower in my own bathroom, I am refreshed and ready to face the week ahead. I have a summer reading group starting tomorrow at the local library. Summer reading group is one of the two main projects I take on each year. The other is the fall reading festival. Both are fun, but neither have resulted in attendance that justifies the time I spend on them so my district wont support the projects and I have to do them on my own time. Last summer we had four kids total and the fall was little better with six kids attending. I’m not sure what else I could do to increase attendance. I'm already offering free snacks and books. Oh, well, I’m not sure

She kissed me and I pushed my fingers inside, pumping slowly, "Baby girl, that's why I love you. I can finger you like this...or do you have lube...lotion...or anything in your desk, downstairs?" She grinned, "I do...I do!" She dropped to her knees to pull a tube out of her pants, "I have some lube right here...how convenient is that?" "What a fluke of luck," I grinned, "it's almost suspicious." She giggled, "I guess it's obvious...I planned to take advantage of you. But we have some great sex in our After-hours Book Club." "What...After-hours Book Club?" She grinned, "That's what the other librarians call it...it's like a mile-high club, but in the library. It may surprise you, but there's

Her hair was bright pink, her nails painted black, and she wore a T‑shirt that said “Books Before Boys.” “You’re new,” she said, handing me my drink. “Is it that obvious?” “You have that look. The ‘I just moved here and I don’t know anyone’ look.” She leaned on the counter. “I had it too, two years ago. It fades.” I laughed. “How long did it take?” “About a week. Then I found the book club.” “Book club?” She grabbed a flyer from under the counter and handed it to me. “Tuesday nights. The Spined Fox bookstore. We read everything from literary fiction to trashy romance. No judgment.”

“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?”

"You stop reading because it feels like work instead of escape." "Exactly," I said, relieved that he got it without me having to explain. "I keep rereading the same pages and realizing I don't remember anything I just read." He smiled. "That's why book club helps. Other people keep you accountable. I’m part of a book club actually that started out in January. It’s just a dozen people, and we read different genres every week. But it’s so nice, and it helps to keep me accountable because without it, I won’t even read anything."