The Next Best Book Club Novels & Stories

Goldstein said. “That’s a good idea,” Rayvin agreed. “You know, Rayvin. You should come to the book club in town,” the older woman said. Rayvin tensed up, and she felt Mikael squeeze her hand. “I don’t think I’m a book club person,” Rayvin said. The mayor and his wife chuckled. “Neither am I,” she confessed. “They have been reading the same book for two years,” her husband said with a grin. “Yes, well, Gossip and sherry club just doesn’t have the same ring to it,” Mrs. Goldstein said, making them all chuckle.

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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

“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.”

0, was filled with exchanges between the ladies during the day. I scrolled through it, reading each text. There was no mention of the video of my torture that was sent to the previous group chat, which was a huge relief, but the ladies did talk about me, some of them wondering when I was going to give them the book recommendations I was about to give them that night before disaster struck. They were being sweet, saying they needed the next book to read for their book club, the one I was now a member of, and said I was the one who was going to choose it for them. They were being adorably nice, and I was in for it. But before I could think about giving them a recommendation from the long list

"Let's go a little later. I have some things to do." She dried up her hands on a towel. "In that case I'll go down to the lake and then I'll pick you up in say an hour? Is that enough time?" "Make it two. I have book club. Possibly three hours. One of the girls is bringing little chocolate glazed doughnuts. You should come!" Her book club has some of the most idle gossipers in Sunrise Cove. I wouldn't risk it. I'm past passing off for bloated. "No thank you. I'll go down to the river."

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.

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.

I said with a smile. Her eyes lit up with recognition. "Oh! You're the Gonzalezes! In the Miller beach house! We're so glad someone is finally living there year-round." She leaned in conspiratorially. "We have a weekly book club. Tuesdays at ten. We're starting a new mystery next week. Nothing too taxing. We'd love to have you." A book club. The invitation was so ordinary, so wonderfully mundane. For a moment, the old Gwen surfaced—the one who scheduled meetings with senators and orchestrated multi-million-dollar legal strategies. But she was quickly quieted by the woman I was now.

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...?"