Silent Book Club Atlanta Novels & Stories

"He has a performance coming up tonight. Do you want to go with me?" "P-Performance?" "Brandon texted me a while ago to bring you along. I'm not going to put pressure on you, but I need an answer," he said. " 'Whisper of the Silence,' a song made for you and only you. Would you like to listen to it live?"

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."

She shivered at those thoughts. No, she wanted to handle this on her own. She sat back and drove to work. ... Carina glanced around at BookCrazy with satisfaction. Poetry nights drew large crowds, and they were all book buyers. Every Friday night, she often folds the bookstore into a small hall. Quietly, the soundtrack is melodious through the dimly lit passageways. Apple-green chairs were crammed together, and distorted coffee tables had been pulled from the warehouse and arranged in an informal circle. The crowd was an interesting mix of intellectuals, some quite serious and others just wanting a night of entertainment. She pulled the mic up onto a small platform, and checked her watch aga

Now I see the whole place go silent because they want to, after all, everyone has met someone like this before. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

my voice sounded small but steadier. “You did good,” she told me. “Really good.” I wiped my eyes. “Thanks for picking up.” “Always.” After the next circle meeting we lingered outside while the group dispersed. Lena turned to me. “Want to grab coffee? There’s a quiet place two blocks away. Outside tables. No crowds.” I hesitated. Then I nodded. We walked in Silence at first. There was a small patio fence. One that was covering the cafe from the street. We chose a table that was at the far end of the cafe.

It is a ritual to wait after a special event like this. They were tired physically but I could see the satisfaction in their eyes. April’s pink hair was all over her face in a messy way as she talked to Maya. Sammy was also here, sitting quietly while Brent was chatting with some of the members. And Kael… Kael leaned casually against a support pole, his gaze lowered as if he was avoiding eye contact with anyone. That aside, I was really pleased to have all of them as a book club member. Without them, the book club would be nothing and I'll be nothing.

The awareness of him beside me, solid and present, made my thoughts scatter. "So," he said, glancing at me. "Book club meetings are on Sunday afternoons. I really hope you will at least check it out once." "I'll be there," I said. "Unless I chicken out." "I'll text you the details," he said. "And if you change your mind, I’ll hold it against you till the day I die."

“Are you serious? That club costs a fortune to join. Do you really want to spend that much money just to get back at her?” “It’s not about the money,” I said, my voice firm. “It’s about making sure she understands the consequences of her words. Everything she said to me today… I won’t forget it. I’ll make sure she feels it.”“It is a famous sport club here in the city and Mrs Mattew is a member of the famous. The is a wealthy club in the world and they are here in Chicago!” i said with little excitement on my face and Jane couldn't tell what she was going to do with the information.

“You’re one of those conspiracy people.” “I am,” she said proudly. “Thank you for noticing.” I poured tea into mugs and added sugar, too much, as usual. Bailey watched, horrified. “Sweet tea,” she said, sounding like she’d discovered a crime. “You’re a sweet tea person.” “Yes,” I said, defensive on principle. Bailey leaned closer, eyes gleaming. “Okay. So here’s what we do. We start a book club.” I blinked. “What?” “A book club,” she repeated, like it was obvious. “For romance. Specifically romantic fantasy. Specifically.” she lowered her voice again, conspiratorial “ the ones with wolves.”

Her hair was bright pink, her nails painted black, and she wore a T‑shirt that said “Books Before Boys.” “You’re new,” she said, handing me my drink. “Is it that obvious?” “You have that look. The ‘I just moved here and I don’t know anyone’ look.” She leaned on the counter. “I had it too, two years ago. It fades.” I laughed. “How long did it take?” “About a week. Then I found the book club.” “Book club?” She grabbed a flyer from under the counter and handed it to me. “Tuesday nights. The Spined Fox bookstore. We read everything from literary fiction to trashy romance. No judgment.”