Romans & histoires Small Things Like These Book Club Questions

I stopped to look down at my nails, my eyes instantly drawn to the one different nail on my left ring finger. "Oh yeah?" Ella said. "Maybe we should create a little book club of our own, have discussions about our lunch gatherings rather than just sharing glances at each other." She suggested. "Well... While the young wives might like the idea, I'm not so sure about the old wives," Cilvia commented. "Is this your way of saying you don't want to do book clubs?" Ella asked, and Cilvia just shrugged her shoulders. "We can go get our nails done. I'm sure all the women would like that," Cilvia suggested.

“You looked, I don’t know, peaceful.” “Honestly, this book is terrible,” Audrey said, holding up some thriller that I vaguely recognized. “I don’t know why the hell Annabelle has it on her shelf, but I fear for any of the recommendations she’s been giving out at the bookstore.” I suddenly realized where I recognized the book from. “Oh, that’s the one that all the book clubs were reading a while back,” I said. “She probably only got it because of that.” “Oh, that makes more sense,” Audrey said. There was an awkward silence. “So, are you going to sit down or what?”

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."

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_

Compliments passed back and forth, smiles filled the air, and the amount of giggles would make you think you were at a teenager’s sleepover talking about the hottest guy on Teen Vogue. And I must say that it was a nice day. Book club went off without a hitch, and the exchange of ideas fueled more conversation about home, family, work, and life in general. And then we heard it. The salsa dance. The library was closing in thirty minutes. Again, now in fifteen minutes. And last call, time to pack up and go.

The small steady presence of a man who had spent ten months learning the precise shape of when to ask and when not to ask, and who was, right now, not asking. "I told her I'd write back and I meant it," I said. "I told her to tell me about the small kindnesses. The ones that don't get written down anywhere." He held my eyes. "Why the small ones?" he said. "Because the large ones are documented. The Council knows about the compulsion and the assassination attempts and the exile. The small ones are what she actually is when no one's watching." I picked up my pen. "I want to know what she is when no one's watching."

He said smiling. “How would I know that you’re telling the truth?” “Don’t worry. Let the time come. I’ll get you some James Patterson’s books. We were both fans of the women murder club series” I could only nod. His words brought a question to my mind; How close were we? “Can I ask you something?” “I don’t want to say yes, because I’m scared of your questions right now. But still, cut me off”’ “When did all these things happen? I mean the beach, games and rest”

It was more for Kendra's sake, but Demitri would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy an excuse to spend more time with his friends. Every Friday after school, Kendra, Steve, and Kyle would join them for book club. They each took turns picking the book, but as usual Becca and Demitri were the only two that actually cared. While they had written summaries and detailed notes about the book, the others brought blank paper most the time so they could catch just enough facts to make it seem like they read it.

Cooper's hand, indicating that it held significance. "The Book Club, I hope you're familiar with it, is set to begin next month. For some reason, the Principal believes that the books in the three-story library aren't sufficient. As a result, he has decided to clear out the last floor as well," Mrs. Cooper explained, pausing for a moment before a mischievous grin spread across her face. Ruby knew that whatever was coming next would likely entertain Mrs. Cooper greatly.

I’d make some new friends, and if that didn’t work out, I’d still have my coursework and classes. The book club met twice a week to accommodate for classes and the time it’d take to read the books, but it went from nine PM to midnight or later, just like a writing workshop—or so I was told. They were more than happy to let me join in, much to my relief, and were very welcoming. One of the girls in the club, Alice, talked to me as everyone waited for whoever volunteered their car for the evening to arrive.