Novel & Cerita Bookworms Bookclub

He felt the unfamiliar stab of guilt. ‘What are you doing tonight?’ he said. The question made Pamela turn round. ‘It’s my book club.’ ‘Your book club?’ ‘Six to eight women,’ she explained, since he’d clearly never heard of the concept. ‘We all read a book and then afterwards we sit round and discuss it.’ He knitted his brows together. ‘And that’s supposed to be enjoyable?’ ‘That’s the general idea.’ ‘Cancel it.’ The answering smile he floated her was supremely confident. ‘Have dinner with me instead.’

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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?”

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I didn’t even like books. Maybe that should’ve been my first clue. But after getting dumped by my ex—over text, mind you—I needed something, anything, to take my mind off it. That’s how I found myself in this dimly lit club, clutching a glossy pamphlet I barely skimmed before showing up. The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive.

And last call, time to pack up and go. This time of the day was both of our favorites. A great book club, with great conversations, growth that is hard to anticipate, and to end the day a nice walk in the park. Sometimes followed with conversation, not too deep or too light, and the most important thing is being together. Words didn’t matter all that much, like our company. Our choice to start the walk was a nearby garden with different flowers, insects galore, and, if lucky, the occasional squirrel, bunny, or bat.

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He didn't have the jammer on. She nodded. She understood. "Well, I haven't had any luck on my end either. There are hundreds of neighborhoods just on this side of Atlantis. But you're right. Fate will be fate." They ate in silence for a little while. "Dinner is good," he said. "Thank you." "How was book club?" "It was great. We finished our book and will start a new one." "What was the last one about?" "Romance." Tom nodded. "You know," Brooke put her elbow on the table and planted her chin in it. She leaned a little forward, her bosom puckering a bit. "You might like some of the parts in that book."

He asks when we are on the dance floor. I smile sheepishly remembering how well the date went, "I think I'm falling in love with him." "He's that smooth?" I nod, eyes gleaming. Christian sent me a text message this afternoon before getting on the plane, saying he can't wait to see me next weekend. Hihi, me too Christian. I can't wait to see you again. "Where did he bring you?" "Bookworms for dinner. Then we went to a nearby pub." His forehead wrinkles hearing what I said, "Bookworms? I've never heard that place before. Is it new?"