Small Things Like These Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

Her blond hair curls about her round cheeks, her bright blue eyes gleaming. Maryanne clenches her teeth and holds herself back from rolling her eyes. "Shelley, don't ask such private questions," Jessica commands, a frown crumpling her brow. She pushes up her glasses as they begin to slide down the bridge of her nose. Shelley's eyes widen and she shrugs, a mask of innocence covering her face. "It was just a question. I am sorry if it was insensitive of me." "Maryanne, since you're back," Veronica begins, "Are we going to set up another book club meeting at your house?"

There were books, chairs, a table, shelves, a clock, and various things which were related to literature, but none of those things could be said weird which was why they were a bit confused. "What's so weird about this room, Oga-kun?" Miu asked with worry, wondering whether this place was dirty. "This place is weird because there are books here," Monica said. They felt dumbfounded when they heard Monica's reasoning. "I mean, there is only Miu-senpai as a member of a literature club, right? This means, a literature club isn't an official club, or rather this club should be disbanded, right? But why are there a lot of books here? After all, since a literature club isn't an official club, then

“Is there a lot of sex in those books you read?” “It depends on the book.” “With a title like The Case of the Missing Panties, I think there should be sex.” “I agree, Mr. Willis. How else would they be missing?”

"That's the first question you're going to ask me right after tutoring me, seriously?" "It was a harmless question" She stated, also deepening her frown which set her full mouth to become more pouty "All you could have done was give a yes or no answer" She wrote something on the small sized book with colourful hard cover she was holding and raised her chin to look at me, giving me a clearer view of her tiny nose ring "Now, let's talk about the date" She took her focus back to the book to jot down some words. I stared at the book inquisitively "What are you writing?"

No need to look for another lie. "A women's book club, that's what I'm going for," I said, hoping he would believe my outlandish lie. "So let me get this straight." He sat up on his chair. "A bunch of ladies leave their homes with paperback novels, then find a fancy cafe and sit around in a circle talking about fictional characters they're in love with?" he asked, and I nodded at him, thinking this was the best approach. "Pretty much, yeah. It gets worse, but you're not supposed to know about that."

I know all of Dr Ambrose's little grunts and noises. Well. Not all of them. I wish. "I went to my book club." Dr Ambrose nods. "Your naughty book club." Ha. "Yep. Shall I tell you about what we're reading?" See, he's not the only one who can toss out a challenge, but sadly he sidesteps mine. "No, I'd rather hear more about the club. Who else attends? Other students?" "Yep. It's mostly girls but there are a few guys too." "And you meet in...?"

It was exactly the kind of book a five-year-old would get excited about. I wondered how long Adrian had spent choosing it. My phone buzzed again. Another message from him. “Thank you for letting me do that.” I read the words before answering. “It was a small thing.” His reply came quickly. “Small things matter.” I leaned back against the couch. “Yes,” I said. “They do.” There was a pause before his next message appeared. “Did they smile when they opened it?” “Yes.” Another pause. “I wish I could have seen that.”

“Before you decide to give up on the story, you should read the next two books in the series.” “Where did you get those from?” Jo asked quietly as she looked at the small stack of books. “Probably the same place that you got that one. Little library up on the second floor.” “Yeah.” She admitted and gave a little blush. “That’s my library.” “I thought that it might be Shelby’s book.” “Nope. Shell is a card-carrying member of the audiobook and podcast book club. I’m pretty sure that if she had to actually read something not for school, she’d probably burst into flames.”

About the bookstore and the home they'd made and the way people moved through certain spaces differently—slower, more themselves. "I wanted to build something that outlasted me," she said. "When I was young, that felt like—I thought it meant something enormous. A legacy. Something historical." She shook her head. "But it's not. It's a woman named Lisa who came in broken and left with books that helped. And three locations full of other Lisa moments I'll never know about." "That's not small." "It doesn't feel small. It feels—exact. Like the right size." She looked at him. "Does the club feel like that for you? Like you built the right size thing?"

“You ready? We’re gonna be late.” “Oh, right book club.” The weekly meeting where everyone pretended to be invested in literature when really, the only reason half the group showed up was for free cookies. I dragged on my jacket, earpods that sat on the floor and my bag, forced a loud sigh, and followed her outside. The walk to the bookstore wasn’t long, but it felt heavier than usual, like the air itself was chewing on my nerves. The silence was literally choking me. The bookshop was tiny and warm, smelling like vanilla, old pages, and a little bit of cinnamon. Bells chimed when we pushed the door open. Soft jazz floated from a vintage speaker in the corner, the kind that made you feel like