Your definitive guide to starting a book club

You better read b*tch

I was twelve when I got into trouble and my mother grounded me by forbidding me to go to book club¹. Imagine that! Out of every possible torture method in the world, she knew I’d be the most pissed off about leaving the book club I’d joined with a couple of friends and local girls a few months prior. To be fair, I doubt my mother put a lot of thought int…