The Rory Gilmore Book Club Novels & Stories

“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.”

Those were the guidelines she picked up from the elderly lady who measured her for her uniform only the day before. "I can't believe we'll be gone for three months without seeing our families. Noah will be missed." Rory turned into the winding lanes and cast a sidelong glance towards Caroline, who was engrossed in her book. "What genre is that? it doesn't look like romance." She asked Caro, who had closed the book and was guarding the page with her index finger so she wouldn't lose track of where she was.

“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?”

, I asked Rory. I saw a head swing right in front of me but still, he faced the paper. "Oh yes, he just replied to you. I guess you made a mistake again!"Rory said giggling. I was eager to hear as well. I also decided to ask it seemed partially enough that I had gotten my heads-up about what I had wanted to hear from Rory. "What did he want me to say? Did I cause an information overload or was it empty instead?", "No it's just as simple if I was to tell you that you just had to say "magazines" and not "books", Rory said laughing out so loud

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Nana said, even though I was still trying to catch my breath. “Nana, please,” I begged, covering my face with my hands. “Stop it, Mum,” Aunt Ryan said, coming to my aid. “You’re making Rory really shy now.” “Well, she better not be shy,” Nana said, turning to me and waving a spoon. “She has a lot to tell us—like how the date went, where he took her, which restaurant…” “I agree with Nana,” Rosalie chimed in, trusting her to add more fuel to the fire. “We want every detail! Especially since you haven’t stopped beaming since you woke up.”

“You’re playing with something you don’t understand.” The voice wasn’t Kael’s this time. It came from the doorwaysoft, tired, and all too knowing. Rory. She looked pale, shadows bruised beneath her eyes. “That book smells like death.” “Most useful things do.” “What are you doing with it?” I paused, then smiled. “Reading.” “Liar.” She stepped closer, her look hard. “You think I don’t know what that is? The Rite of Reclamation. It’s banned even among your kind.”

"My father never mentioned your mother." "I know." "My mother never mentioned your family." "I know." The absurdity hung between us. Maybe, in the photograph was a friendship. Possibly more. But one thing was sure…that there was a connection stretching back decades. Hidden. Forgotten. Buried. Yet somehow still shaping everything. Rory laughed softly but the sound wasn't happy. Just amazed. "My life keeps introducing plot twists,” she said and shook her head. The comment pulled an unexpected smile from me. "You're comparing your life to a novel."

I can't imagine spending time with him outside the hospital; I'd be too awed to speak. "All right, ladies!" Cindy taps a spoon against her glass to get our attention. "We're a book club, so we need to at least look like we're talking about this week's read." She reaches down to take a hardback book out of her bright pink beach bag. "Elin Hilderbrand's The Rumor-so much to unpack here. Who wants to start?" When none of us say a word, Cindy heaves a loud sigh. "Okay, children. I see you're going to make me work for this one. The book is told from four different points of view. Which did you relate to the most?"

Because he’d guessed the real answer without being told. Rory pointed at me. “Overwhelmed? She was overwhelmed by being a secret fan.” “I am not a secret fan,” I snapped automatically. Rory lifted the magazine cover with Jace’s face on it. “You have evidence.” Micah finally glanced up from the book, calm as always. “This is… a lot.” I pointed a finger at him. “Why are you reading my book.” Micah held it up slightly. “It’s good.” “That’s not the point,” I said.