Generic Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

Another XY chromosome in attendance was a young lad that looked like he'd been forced to be here. Three men among six women, discussing an erotica book. At the risk of sounding like Sawyer, this really did look like one of those cults that adjourned with an orgy. "Shall we start?" My god mother broke the tension almost as if she could read my thoughts aloud. "I'm just going to start by thanking Zade Cutler for showing up to our book club. I didn't know a man of your...ehm..caliber was interested in books" I smiled. A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest.

Compliments passed back and forth, smiles filled the air, and the amount of giggles would make you think you were at a teenager’s sleepover talking about the hottest guy on Teen Vogue. And I must say that it was a nice day. Book club went off without a hitch, and the exchange of ideas fueled more conversation about home, family, work, and life in general. And then we heard it. The salsa dance. The library was closing in thirty minutes. Again, now in fifteen minutes. And last call, time to pack up and go.

“In fact, with Gunnar and Henrik, I actually threw them into the lake on more than one occasion for trying to hit on me, both before and especially after Nigel.” Her tone indicated that she found those memories as amusing as they were exasperating. The ire of her teenage years bubbled up for just an instant before she shrugged it off. “And now I don’t like those two. I think next month’s book club will focus entirely on mxm. They get queasy when there are gay sex scenes in a book, probably because it makes them too aware of how close their dicks get when fucking Zoe. André will be thrilled to have a month of books to give him more deviant ideas for the bedroom.” I decided.

“You’re positive this time? You think he’ll like the genre?” Clay’s feet came to a dead halt. “Clay?” Why hadn’t he thought about the genre? Such a simple, overly important, subject—how was he supposed to pick a book without knowing the genre? Black wispy lashes fell down to brush against his cheekbones, and he heard Drew suddenly cuss under his breath. “You didn’t ask the Chairman what kind of books he reads, did you?” “No.” “So… what have you been basing any of these searches on?”

I know all of Dr Ambrose's little grunts and noises. Well. Not all of them. I wish. "I went to my book club." Dr Ambrose nods. "Your naughty book club." Ha. "Yep. Shall I tell you about what we're reading?" See, he's not the only one who can toss out a challenge, but sadly he sidesteps mine. "No, I'd rather hear more about the club. Who else attends? Other students?" "Yep. It's mostly girls but there are a few guys too." "And you meet in...?"

"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.

I wasn't allowed to join any physical book clubs because my father refused to let me, claiming that it was an unnecessary thing to risk my safety. "I have a lot of recs for you guys. What's the group's favorite genre?" I asked, thinking about giving the ladies the best experience ever. Before any of the ladies could give me an answer, something else caught our attention. My phone puzzled in my bag. In fact, all of our phones buzzed in our bags collectively, exactly at the same time. A frown fell in the room, and each and every single one of us reached into our bags to take our phones out.

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

“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.”

says Mach, looking at the many posters, "it appears there is a library club, but that's not as alluring as you'd think." "Why's that?" asks Hala. "The library club has to sort out returned books. That'll take up my reading time if I join it," answers Machiv. "That might not be so bad," says Syl, "I mean, the worst that can happen is that you get to peruse through a wide variety of books." "True. But still it takes up time," says Mach. Keito nudges Machiv, and Machiv turns to him, and Keito nods to the poster in question for the library club. Machiv reads part of it, and says, "Hmm, well, that is true."