Hope had arrived the day before in a mist of unanswered questions filtered from Marissa through Ashleigh to me. She was sleeping with a dancer, a doorman, and a Habsburg Prince. She was always in Berlin for a month or partying with Jay Z, busy designing a pop-up gallery, or eating at an underground restaurant. She wrote poetry on the sidewalk and made experimental films in which she appeared naked and spray-painted silver. She was the baby, the black sheep, the fuck-up, the zeitgeist of modernity.

This was Hope, Marissa’s younger sister, whose life was often recounted by Marissa in a half-proud, half-cynical way. It was gratifying to be able to toss out sophisticated literary references to our lesser-read friends, and we were happy for Connie (Lady Chatterley) to have finally started living in her body once again.īut we were distracted in our discussion by a new presence, who sprawled herself on Marissa’s ice plant velvet chaise smoking marijuana from a vaporizer and listening to every word we spoke in silence. We sat in her leather-bound great room spreading herbed chèvre onto discs of watermelon radishes, feeling proud of ourselves for having selected a classic of English Literature that still managed to incorporate a great deal of sex. Make it your top book club pick for 2015! A delicious, thought-provoking romp from start to finish. What will it take to make their dreams a reality? The disappearance of People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive, mass abandonment of smart phones, Korean nacho dogs, and some good old fashioned sex.īook Club is smart, sexy, and endlessly entertaining.

Until Marissa’s mysterious sister arrives and shakes the women into action. They meet once a month, updating their dream boards guided by the self-help book du jour, but nothing ever changes. Ashleigh is the beautiful housewife who can’t get pregnant by her philandering husband, and Marissa is the high-powered executive who has sacrificed her own family for a stressful job that makes her miserable. Billie is the virgin mailwoman who doesn’t know if she’s gay or straight.

The club's founder wants to be a writer but can’t find her story. Disclaimer: I received a copy of the book from the author / publisher in exchange for my honest review and participation in a virtual book tour event hosted by Chick Lit Plus Blog Tours.Ĭelebrity Kidnappings, the Kama Sutra, Russian Mobsters, Congolese Shimmer Frogs.īook Club is a time to drink wine, to live vicariously through erotic fiction, and pay lip service to one’s life goals.

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