The Group That Reads Together: On Book Clubs
By Mary Laura Philpott

Little wonder that I leave my book club’s meetings feeling like I’ve been plugged into a power outlet, my mind humming with energy and ideas.

I’d dropped out of three book clubs before this. There was the one where I hated all the books, the one where I loved the books but hated that nobody actually talked about them, the one where I showed up late to my first meeting and received passive-aggressive emails from its president forever after. And then I found the Loose Women.

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