Questions For Book Club Novels & Stories

Yet here I was, in this room full of people who had chosen me, not because they had to, but because they wanted to. I smiled, a real one this time, and sat at the center of the circle. April clapped her hands together, bubbling in excitement. “Okay, enough of the emotional display. Let’s get to work. Book Club is officially back in session!” Laughter filled the room. We started tossing around ideas for the next reading list, but the discussion quickly turned into a chaotic mess of inside jokes and playful teasing. Maya insisted we include something “dark and brooding,” while Sammy argued for something “funny, because God knows we all need to laugh more.” April rolled her eyes and wrote both

I huff at him, looking at the clock. "Don't you need to be to the school by ten?" I ask. "Ah, shit." He answers and I hear him rummaging through his drawers on the other end. "What do you want?" He asks. "There's a new book club at the book store starting in a couple of days. You wanna go?" I ask and he grunts at me as I hear the rustling of him getting dressed over the phone. "A book club? Isn't that for old ladies?" He asks and I chuckle.

“Why do you have this book?” “Book?” Oddny tilted her head to the side. She took the book from her hand. “What book? What is this all about?” Mallory looked at her, her eyes full of questions. “It’s not yours?” “I didn’t bring a book here, Mallory,” Oddny stated in a matter-of-fact voice. “Why would I?” Mallory once again fell silent. It made sense. Why would she bring a book like that here? If someone saw that, Oddny would be…

"White and death are counterparts." The silence that came after lasted only a minute. "So, let's begin. I don't have any book planned yet for us to dive into. I'm still getting a hang on the whole book club idea so, why don't we do something fun instead." "Aren't we suppose to return the envelopes?/?" Eddie asked. "Oh, you haven't opened it yet?" Nobody said yes. "Well go on, open them." "What's inside?" Brandon asked. "I don't know." Angel replied with a shrug.

the man I came to hear, said. He pointed a man to me whom gave me a little book. I opened the book and flipped through the pages. "This is really what I want," I thought to myself but not to look suspicious, I looked at them all. "What do you want me to do?" "That's the reason we are here to discuss," the man leading the group said. "As a new member, we would need to ask you some questions." I nodded knowing that I already knew the questions for their new members. I answered all their questions correctly but made sure I used some other different clauses to answer one or two of the questions so that they won't suspect anything.

Once the sound dies down, he continues speaking. "Now let's start with a few introductions. Here we have, Matthew Archer, Emily Swanson, Christine Gyamfi, and Peter Finch. I will pick you out and you can ask any questions for any of these authors. Remember sure that they can dismiss your question," He finishes his instructions. With a nod towards us and then starts off the conference. Many hands raise up. Kyle searches around then chooses someone from the front. "This question is for Peter. For your book, It takes one to know one, how would you describe your protagonist's journey?" The person asks. Peter smile at the question and taps on the microphone.

“I am asking you who are you and what are you doing in my room Because if you wouldn't answer me I will make you answer forcibly by calling all my guards” “You haven't seen I'm an intruder and I am looking for something Don't worry I am not a thief” “Okay, whatever Are you a cop or what?” “I didn't have time to answer your question. But if I was a cop And if I ask you If you saw a white book in this house Are you going to answer me ” “This house has a lot of books what particularly the book that you're looking for,” The little girl asked innocently “It's not a book because it doesn't have any story about anything It's just like a list of things that your family would Be doing for the rest o

She opened the book. The first pages were practical. A record of the Waiting: its stages, what to expect, how the territory responded. She read standing at the bookshelf, with Lucien beside her, close enough that she could feel his warmth against the cool air of the chamber. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the occasional turn of a page. Then she reached the section headed On the Question of Pairing. She read it twice before she said anything. "The convergence isn't symbolic," she said finally. "You knew that."

"Ohh, please, you can call me Evelyn. My advice is don't stop writing, even when no one is looking. Your hardwork will surely pay off someday." The second to last question was from a much mature woman who asked if I was single, that she would love to hook me up with her son. "I have a boyfriend, ma'am." I joined everyone in laughing. What sort of question was that? "Okay, last question for tonight." The host said. Yet there were still more hands up. "This time, I will choose from the extreme." I wasn't looking when the host chose number five. When everywhere got quiet for the last question to come up, I raised my head to see Killian standing, with a copy of my book in his hands.

“Bree, what was that?” Brianna was occupied flipping through the first book, so she didn’t answer at first. He saw her shocked expression and got by her side to check the name of the book she was reading. ‘The peacemaker fallacy: waging war as a business strategy’ Nate frowned, trying to make sense out the title. “Bree, what is it?” “Love… it’s about the Council. All of them, look.” She got a few pieces of paper that didn’t belong to any book and showed him what she saw.