Small Things Like These Book Club Questions Novels & Stories

and just like me and Kate promised to each other to stick by each other's side throughout this whole rollercoaster ride, and just like that we stepped together in the hallways of the great felicity high, but when I looked towards Kate I could see the honor and prestige in her face which probably was because she was attending the great felicity high. And just like that both of us were off to our classes but decided to meet for lunch. My first class was English literature, and we were reading the little women and Ms. Smith who was our English literature teacher asked me then according to me the most controversial question in the whole of little women- "That Jo was never supposed to end up Laur

I huff at him, looking at the clock. "Don't you need to be to the school by ten?" I ask. "Ah, shit." He answers and I hear him rummaging through his drawers on the other end. "What do you want?" He asks. "There's a new book club at the book store starting in a couple of days. You wanna go?" I ask and he grunts at me as I hear the rustling of him getting dressed over the phone. "A book club? Isn't that for old ladies?" He asks and I chuckle.

Talking about their husbands' achievements and all, honestly, I was tempted to ask if they only live for their husbands. I saw a bunch of books stacked up at the corner, which was surprising because no one was reading any; neither did they care; they were all busy talking about how the makeup of the Bronx underboss's wife looks like a clown or how unfashionable the clothes of the Queen underboss's wife looked. I heard the underboss of Phoenix bashed his wife pretty hard, she could not attend the book club. For the record, I have no idea who she is, but I can't help but wonder how this petty gossip has anything to do with the book club. I was with Ana the whole time when they gossiped in grou

“It’s pretty wild. You’re in for an interesting night.” Luna grabs another copy of the book from a nearby stack and hands it to me. “Here you go. This one’s a fresh copy, we have plenty. You’ll see why in a minute.” I take the book, glancing between them. “You’ve actually got extras? What kind of book club is this?” Lilly grins mischievously. “One that takes its material seriously. We didn’t just pick this one by chance. We’ve been swapping theories about it for weeks now. Everyone’s dying to hear your take.”

"But when the fog rolls in off the water at six in the morning, and there's nothing between you and the horizon, no rail, no glass, just open air — it'll be worth it. Some things are worth looking slightly insane for." Emma smiled at her knees. "I know something about that." He made a quiet sound that might have been a laugh. "What are you reading?" He nodded at the paperback beside her. She picked it up, turned it over. The God of Small Things. "It's for a class. World Lit, first semester." "Is it good?"

Xavier might have been skeptical before, but let’s see how he plans to wriggle out of this one. "Yes, Xavier, doesn’t that sound delightful?" I flash him a grin, leaning back just enough to look completely at ease. "Why don’t you pick our first book? Something we can all study over the next few weeks." His face twists in barely concealed irritation. He grumbles something under his breath. I raise a brow. "What was that, Brother?" He exhales sharply. "I said it sounds like torture." He shakes his head. "You three enjoy yourselves." "You can’t have a book club with just three people," I argue, though I have no idea if that’s actually true. "You need at least four to make it… interesting. Other

"But if you have any questions, if there's anything you need to know that you think might make this whole experience even a little bit easier then just ask. If I can provide an answer I will." Maybe this whole library deal would turn out to be more useful than I could ever have hoped. "Well, I do have one question. What exactly is a mate?"

“My husband and I are renewing our vows in a few days, and I’m inviting you.” “Oh...” I manage. I don’t even know what to say to these people. “Yes!” she insists. “Give me your number so I can send you an e-vite.” I hesitate, but her expectant smile doesn’t waver. Finally, I rattle off my number, and she types it into her phone with a satisfied nod. “Perfect!” Emilia chirps. Laurel leans forward. “By the way, would you be interested in joining our book club? It’s so much fun.”

I shrugged, though the resemblance had been too sharp to dismiss easily. "Did she have the freckles I have on my face?" Clover asked, leaning slightly forward. "Yes," I said honestly. She paused. "Okay, I guess that's odd." She set her book aside, and I sat across from her. "Anyway," I exhaled. "What are you reading?" "70s fashion in summer." "Isn't that boring?" "Not at all. It's actually an exquisite book." "Is it?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Are you into fashion?"