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The Novel That Changed a Life
Several years ago a young accountant named Rachel joined a small community book club in Seattle because she felt her life had become trapped in a predictable routine that left little room for creativity, curiosity, or meaningful connection with the world beyond spreadsheets and financial reports. Every morning she woke up early, traveled through crowded streets to reach her office building, spent the entire day reviewing numbers and preparing reports for companies she had never personally met, and returned home in the evening feeling strangely empty despite the stability of her career.
By The Curious Writerabout 6 hours ago in BookClub
The Book That Knew Too Much
The small neighborhood book club had been meeting every Thursday evening for nearly five years inside a cozy corner room of the historic New York Public Library branch in New York City, where a group of eight regular members gathered to discuss novels, share opinions, and escape the stress of everyday life through the pages of carefully chosen books that each person recommended in turn. The group included teachers, office workers, a retired journalist, and a young college student who had joined only a few months earlier, yet despite their different backgrounds they had developed a warm tradition of thoughtful discussion and lively debates about literature.
By The Curious Writerabout 6 hours ago in BookClub
The Last Memory: Chapter 7
"What about that hardware store over there?" Trenton suggested, looking over at Pam. "I don't see how that could hurt," Pam said, pulling into a parking spot next to the store. "You go in and seeing they are hiring. I'm going to get a coffee from across the street."
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogue14 days ago in BookClub
The Poetry Reader and Media: Once More, With Feeling
Poets: don't they love repetition? Perhaps all writers do. Bloggers included. I have begun one too many essays convinced that this time I would finally write a different take on poetry. That vast, quasi-abstract subject that resists containment. Each attempt risks saying too little, or worse, saying something that life (or my future self) will prove wrong.
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 18 days ago in BookClub
Unhinged Healing - Raw Poetry For The Abused
The book that was never meant to be. In a moment of discontentment and boredom, I began to gather my poetry that was scattered across writing platforms, old journals, and forgotten documents on my Google Drive to bring some sort of organization to my writing portfolio. I realized I had a lot more poems than I thought I did. It was a joke at first. I said to my family, "Man. I didn't realize I had this many poems written. I could make a book of them." When my husband suggested actually making a poetry book to add to my portfolio with them, I almost automatically responded with: "Because I am no Poe or Emily Dickinson. No one wants to read my trash poems."
By Hope Martin18 days ago in BookClub
Reading Orlam
Introduction For my birthday I got the Polly Jean Harvey book "Orlam". I was a little confused about it at first, but now it has revealed itself to me and I am enjoying exploring the worlds and magical mythical creatures and people that are described here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 20 days ago in BookClub
