Jennas Book Club Novels & Stories

Only heaven knew where he went. By noon, I had ordered a taxi since Kyle had taken his car from me. I arrived at the book club's location and stood outside, watching people go in and out of the city library. Why didn’t I suspect that book clubs like this ended in places where no one really visited? My opinion changed immediately when I stepped in. The library wasn't a library per se, but one of those internet spaces or hubs where you pay to use their WiFi and charge your phone while you work. It was epic. I paid the compulsory one-hundred dollar membership card when a voice stopped me. Tessa.

“Would you like to join a book club or something?” I stopped walking and turned to look at her. “A book club?” “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “There’s one I’m in. It’s actually really nice. Good people, good conversations. It might help you… reset a little.” I raised an eyebrow. “You? In a book club?” She gasped dramatically. “Wow. That’s rude.” I smiled faintly. “It’s not. I’m just surprised.” “It’s not boring, I promise,” she said. “And you might like it. It’ll give you something new to focus on.”

— It was late for me — my beta apologizes, she will stay to the right of my sister, leaving her with him and Gabriel. The mason, as far as he's concerned, positions himself close to me and puts an arm on the Jeep. We glance at him questioningly, to which he smiles sympathetically. I shake my head and prepare to discuss the main topic in our summary of concerns. "All things considered, so at the time, Sassa Stewart: A senior with passing grades, she's vice president of the book club and math club." I enuJustoo the things I remember about the young woman referenced, things I looked up in last year's yearbook, then at that point I continue with the things Justo said to me on our way here,— she'

Julie began as she pulled into a parking spot, “you’re a strong woman. With time, you’ll find your way. Just remember, you’re not alone.” She stepped out of the car, and it immediately enveloped me in the familiar scent of books and the aromatic smell of coffee. Julie led the way into the renovated book club. The space was transformed; it felt inviting and warm. While it kept the charm of the wooden interior, new elegant furnishings made it look vibrant. As I remember, the library section had expanded, with more seating arrangements, and the ambiance was comforting.

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.

“Jack’s on the soccer team, your brother is on the gadgets or whatever you call it team, Axel — the love of your life is on the basketball team. That leaves two of us.” Amber rolled her eyes. “I’m joining the book club. It’s where I can actually express myself without being laughed at because I’ve read lots of books in my lifetime,” she said with a smile. “But cheerleading—filled with spoiled and egoistic sassy bimbos with tutus and pom poms—not my cup of tea.” Melissa couldn’t help chuckling. “You didn’t have to put it that way,” she said as her expression became thoughtful. She suddenly got an idea. A mischievous smile graced her lips — there was no way Amber would be able to turn her down

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.

"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."

"Most of the time, yes. It's a small town in the middle of lots of country, in case you haven't noticed. Just about everyone knows everyone else, and if you didn't grow up with them, you're an outsider. But the people who work here have been friendly to me for the most part. We have a book club if you're interested. The last couple of times, we've met at my house, but it's supposed to circulate meeting spots. Let me know, and I can hook you up." "I appreciate that." I rubbed my forehead. "My head is kind of spinning right now." "First day blues." Jenny winced empathetically. "I get it. I got here a few weeks before we opened, but even so, that first day was . . . weird." Something flitted ac

She hugged Amber and headed downstairs. “Never, ever let her quit,” I whispered to Amber. “I won’t,” she replied. Jenny was in the living room, reading a book in some language I didn’t recognize. “What are you doing, Babe?” I asked. “Reading,” she grinned, knowing I wouldn’t let it go. “Well, until someone interrupts me.” “In a foreign language?” I teased, though it was obvious. “For you, yes. For me, no,” she played along. “Is it a good book?” I joined in.