Small Things Like These Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

I hated that my body reacted before my brain could catch up. So I did the only thing I could think of. I dropped my gaze to the book between us-anything to break the pull of him. That was the real problem. Not the breaking in. Not the roses. Not even the chocolate that kept disappearing like evidence of a crime I couldn't prove. It was the questions. Too many questions. Questions I'd carried for six years without answers. Questions that had only multiplied since that night in New Jersey. The club. How I got kidnapped.

"The bus was late, then my hop card wouldn't work, and to top things off. I forgot my purse at home and had to run here in sandals." “Look, I know you're only sucking dick until your eighteenth birthday and all.” She pops her gum. “But, shit. It must be some good fucking head you are giving if Chad has kept you around this long. I've seen girls leave for a lot less than the crap you've been pulling.” She says in a sparky tone, popping her gum again as she exits the room. Maddie is our brown sugar here at the Clubrooms. She's also one of our most requested girls. That's because she does it all. Her and Layla. I don't know how they come here, strutting their shit around like their something sp

“I was planning on going into town anyway, mainly to buy more books.” “More books?” I chuckled at his earnestness. “I'm pretty sure you could build a library with the number of books in the house. Do you really need more?” “There’s always room for more stories.” He gave a small, almost bashful smile, running a hand through his hair. “What can I say… I like good strong words that mean something.” “Was that from, Little Women?” I asked, recalling a line from the book that sounded similar. “Someone reads,” he remarked, pulling out a copy of ‘Little Women’ from the shelf. “I love that line because I believe when Jo says it, she’s not just talking about writing, but about finding deeper connectio

I sat on Xavier's lap, Dane and Theo on either side of me as we chatted with their parents, Marilyn already popping one of the faerie bottles and pouring four glasses. She handed one to me and I blinked in surprise. "If you're joining Book Club, you'll need to get use to the buzz." She winked. My ears twitched and they all chuckled. "You'd allow me to join your Book Club?" I asked, Xavier squeezing me sweetly. The mother's smiled at me, sitting shoulder to shoulder beside Dane. "Theo says you're reader of classics." I smiled and nodded. "I love them." Thena pulled out a bag from under the table.

I know I’m skinny but I’m not that hungry for a big meal anyway, eating small meals makes you get used to just a little bit of food at the time. This plane burger alone cost the same as my weekly food budget but I ordered something because I knew they wouldn’t let me out of the restaurant without eating something. I didn’t want to be rude since Kennedy offered me to join the party, her husband birthday party, not the kind of party you get invited to every day. Henry suggest we play the twenty one question games, well mostly to find out things about me since they are all friends, but still it was fun especially with all the comments from the others, they made me laugh so bad over this one que

Gotta keep that hot body toned. Now that I can ask more questions, I guess I should. He has lots of books, that I know. He must read a lot but I haven't seen him read since I've been here. He has some houseplants that he takes good care of. I never did ask him how often he gazes out the window into the club. And what he does while he's watching.

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!

Fang City Books hosted several types of book clubs. Tonight, her thoughts kept straying to her old lover, Dex. She wondered where he was, and what he was doing ,but she pushed away thoughts of him. That was another life. Julia, one of the younger members, was already in the backroom at the bookstore. It looked out on the alley where a few of the town's bars sat. Periodically someone would stumble past after a few too many drinks. "They really should clean up this town," Julia said. "Don't you like to go to bars?"

The book club ladies were in fine form this afternoon. Margaret Thompson sat primly on the floral couch in a rented out space close to the library, a half-empty teacup balanced on her knee, her Bible study notes open on the coffee table. The conversation had started with the latest Christian fiction novel — something about redemption and resisting temptation — but it had drifted, as it always did, into more personal territory. Gossip dressed up as prayer requests. “Speaking of temptation,” one of the women said, lowering her voice with dramatic concern, “have you heard what’s going around about that poor Thompson boy?”

He had written that question at the top of the first page as the commission's beginning, the attending question, the inside view sought before the first line was drawn. He thought about the question at two hundred pages. He thought about what the library knew now — not the question of the first page but the answer accumulated across the year and a half of the notes. He thought about the corner and the four-year-old and the quieter December light and the girl of eleven who had held the book for five weeks. He thought about the Thursday messages from Ruth and the full stair and the east gallery and Miriam Chen ascending the stairs on Thursday morning. He thought about all of it as the answer t