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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.

I had already taken out my phone and phoned my closest friend Lynede, thinking I would unwind with a glass of wine. We went to the Moonlight Club, which is so well-known that occasionally werewolves from other packs come here to sip its spirits. Our Alpha appears to view it as a political occasion, and he is proud of it, as evidenced by the fact that he entertains other pack members here. The club was packed with sweaty people and blaring rock music. I could barely hear Lynede's voice over the screams and tunes. It's been just one hour, and I was already half drunk, but it's not enough.

Beneath were flawless downward-turned lips she knew Sean satisfyingly feasted on now and then. A grim stare in her direction had Gianna turning her face in embarrassment. He caught her staring. Should she call it a miracle that Sean hadn't looked her way all day or gotten two meters close to her? Was it due to the effect of the slap or simply a bite of guilt? Whatever it was, she hoped it lasted a while longer. "We have a book club going on, I believe you must have heard about it." Gianna began. "The book donation thingy?" "Yeah, we campaign for you to join us. If you're interested that is," she offered. "New ideas for improvements are welcome at any time." She added, for effect.

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.

We both wrote in different genres but we were still writers and I loved it when the writing community supported each other. "Hey, there's a writers club that's being held here every day except the weekends, would you like to join? We talk about the perks of being a writer and the joys of being a writer and we also talk about our favorite books and authors. We start at twelve pm." I didn't know that a writing club was what I wanted, I didn't think I'd have the time to write and be at a restaurant for three hours every day. But I wanted to give it a try, and she was very convincing all she had to do was shine her perfect teeth and I'd be all hers.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

It had been the longest day at work, to finish off the longest week. I was so glad it was the last Friday of the month, this meant only one thing, my online book club was getting together to gossip about their latest read, all of us would have a glass of wine or two as we swapped ideas on our most recent book. I had a feeling tonight would be a good session as they had picked an erotic novel this time.

The invitation arrives via email. It's from Lisette. The subject line says: "Book Club - You Should Come." And the message is typical Lisette. Direct. No preamble. Just: "I started a book club. First month we're reading your book. You should come read to us." I call her immediately. "You started a book club and didn't tell me?" I ask. "I'm telling you now. It's six women. We meet once a month. This month we're reading your book because it's important and it's brilliant and I want to talk about it with people who will actually understand why it matters."

I can’t. MidnightReader: Okay but can we talk about the ice??? Because I’m definitely trying that SpicyBooks4Life: “Pleasure that feels like death” - I FELT THAT I scrolled through the comments, giggling despite myself. These people had no idea they were reading my actual life. Then I saw a new comment thread forming. NightOwl_Reader: Okay guys, we need to talk. This community is getting HUGE. We need a name. RomanceAddict47: Yes! Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story

I’d make some new friends, and if that didn’t work out, I’d still have my coursework and classes. The book club met twice a week to accommodate for classes and the time it’d take to read the books, but it went from nine PM to midnight or later, just like a writing workshop—or so I was told. They were more than happy to let me join in, much to my relief, and were very welcoming. One of the girls in the club, Alice, talked to me as everyone waited for whoever volunteered their car for the evening to arrive.