Five women. Fifty-five to seventy-four. Tuesday nights. 9:30pm. Wine optional. Books optional. Friendship mandatory.
They call themselves the No Book Club. They never read the assigned book. They talk about everything else—ex-husbands, buried secrets, fishing rods given away to strangers, and the art of disappearing on your own terms.
Now all three beloved novellas are together in one volume. The Book About Nothing. The Uninvited Guest. The Last Chapter.
The yellow kitchen. The cat with one torn ear. The napkin they signed.
If you’ve ever needed a place where you belong, pull up a chair. The wine is cheap. The wisdom is free. And Tuesday is waiting.
Over 6,500 words of cozy, witty, unforgettable storytelling.
There is no book club. But if there was, you’d want to be a member.
