Book Club Questions For Nonfiction Novels & Stories

Just books, questions, and whatever came up when people felt safe enough to speak. By the third month the group had grown to twelve. Leke was always there first camera on, mic unmuted, ready with a question before anyone else logged in. The others trickled in: a lawyer who read poetry to unwind, a nurse who quoted Baldwin between shifts, a graphic designer who sketched while they talked, a retired civil servant who’d never studied literature but wanted to now. Tonight they were on Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s Half of a Yellow Sun. Adeyemi had asked them to come ready with one line that stayed with them.

Not about court documents or Kristina or Clara. Just… life. He told me about a book he was reading, some nonfiction memoir he couldn’t put down. I told him about a coffee brand I had been obsessed with lately. He laughed when I described how I nearly burned down the kitchen trying to roast beans myself. We wandered into another café down the block after lunch—just because we liked the smell. The place had mismatched chairs and old jazz playing low through hidden speakers. Julian ordered us two slices of cake we didn’t need, and we shared one fork like we were teenagers again.

Even though we manage very s,all talks every now and then, Nicole us pretty set in her boundaries. I can't go to her side of the room without asking for asking for permission. I glanced towards her, where she's perched on her bed reading how about the birth, growth and behavioral patterns of hyenas. Very weird if I'm asked. You would choose that kind of book over reading a fictional book. I'd rather read a crime fiction than that. "What?" She snapped, "why are you looking at me like that?" I sat at the edge of my bed and stared at her earnestly, "Do you have maybe a ten thousand sitting somewhere and you have no plans for I'm the nearest future?"

I frowned, “Alright, thanks.” Making my way to the library, I went to the nonfiction area and began my search. If I could find what I was looking for here, then I'd be happy. I pulled one book out and glanced at it. It read, ‘Politics’, it wasn't what I wanted so I dropped it back. I pulled another one out and was about how to buy your time, authored by Dan Martell.