Silent Book Club Atlanta Novels & Stories

Hazel enjoys getting to know all of them, and she feels like she's making a difference in their lives, one book at a time. Hazel's favorite part of her job is hosting the weekly book club. It's a small group of about eight people, but they're passionate about reading and always have fascinating insights to share. One of the members, a woman named Margaret, is especially enthusiastic. She always brings snacks for the group and keeps everyone engaged in lively discussion. One day, Margaret comes in with a big smile on her face. "You'll never believe what happened!" she says. "I was at the grocery store, and I ran into a famous author!

Lucian looked down at the top of her head. Complex emotions stirred in his eyes. There was warmth, hesitation, and a heavy feeling Tabitha didn't understand. After a long silence, he softly hummed, "Yeah." His voice was lower than usual. Just then, the phone on the table buzzed. Tabitha picked it up. The screen showed a text from an unknown number. It included the address for "Oak Alley Coffee Bookstore" in Seattle. She knew the place well; it was where she first met Joanna.

I just finished five chapters in one sitting. I grabbed my phone, opened Telegram, and went to my chat group, Lovely Buricats 💦. It's a lively space filled with writers, and as usual, I was late to the conversation. I started back-reading their earlier messages, trying to catch up on the chatter I had missed. Born to Be Wild: Uggghh. Guys! Let's hit a bar tonight. I'm feeling down. How about the new Paradox Club? It just opened let's check it out.

“There’s one around the corner. We can check it out tomorrow if you want.” “Oh my God,” she breathed. “There’s a book club? I’ve always wanted to go to one. Talk about books with real people and all that. Thank you so much, Nolan.” The smile in her voice made my chest ache in the best way. “But,” she added, “the book club is tomorrow. I’m talking about tonight. Like, I can’t close my eyes right now. I keep seeing that image. It’s just... messed up.” “I know,” I sighed. “But it’s too late for me to come over, and you can’t come here either. Not tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow, alright?”

I could never pronounce that on a first trial. Willow laughed gently. “Oh, the mute queen. I can't even pronounce her name. Hell, Andrea, you are good.” She exclaimed. “I love that story. You know, one author wrote about that. I think the book was called ‘The Silent Patient’. You should read it. You always liked stories with gods and swords.” “I will read it,” Andrea said with a nod. I pushed my plate aside. “Speaking of stories, I’ve got a new one to tell. I’m getting a Christmas tree.”

The dark night had fallen. Around us, the chirping of crickets filled the silence, their song weaving through the darkness that enveloped the forest where we stood. It was quiet—deeply, almost unnervingly quiet. A gentle breeze began to stir, causing the old windows of the cabin to creak and groan as if whispering secrets long forgotten.

"Good. Let's sit." We found seats in the back. Vivienne Bunn's voice filled the small space, reading from her latest book. A dark romance about a woman who falls for the man sent to destroy her. I got lost in her words. The cadence of violence dressed as poetry. Obsession framed as devotion. For forty-five minutes, I forgot about everything else. When the reading ended, people began lining up for signings. I started to stand, but Lucien's hand landed on my knee.

Klein stood in the middle, his voice booming as he read paragraphs of p**n like material, and I squirmed in my seat. “Thank you all for coming,” Klein said. I watched everyone get up, and walk out in pairs, men and women, women and men alike, their hands and body clearly screaming to do one thing. “Did you have fun?” “Oh God,” I gasped, turning back to Klein. “You scared me.” “I am sorry,” he smiled. “What do you think?” My lips parted. “I think…it was amazing.” The following weeks, I came to the bookclub, dressed up and left needy. The literary erotica was picked for a week, and then Klein would dissect it in that awesome voice of his.

I feel like the book will answer some of my questions. "I already read the entire book," Clinton uttered, and Sabrina nodded her head. Sabrina put the thick book on the center table. She flips the cover and turns the pages. We are all silent. Only the flipping of the pages creates a sound while Sabrina reads it silently. All Sabrina saw in the book, I also saw. I just leaned my back on the sofa and closed my eyes. Every page is getting more interesting. "Look, this phrase here..." Sabrina mumbled out of the blue, and her eyebrows furrowed together like she was assessing something in her mind.

She wasn't on the same club with me in academic choices so I had the clue. "Business club at Book lovers!" Natigilan ako sa pagkain at naubo pa nang bahagya sa naisagot ni Athelia. Ena handed me wet wipes, tinanggap ko iyon at pinunasan ang bibig at kamay. "Sinundan niya ako sa Book lovers club. Istorbo sa pagbabasa." Umirap si Ena. "Huhulaan ko... nasa Business club iyong crush mo?" Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay. She clasped her hands and nodded at me dreamily.