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Book Club Must-Read List


Looking for something to read over the summer?  Our book club (five women) has been meeting since the spring of 2011.  We have read our share of books.  Most novels have been around for a while, so you should be able to find them at a good price.  We recommend you buy them from the publisher, so the author gets a royalty, but we have sometimes had to resort to buying them secondhand when we found them to be out of print.
We have read our share of “forgettable” books, but we have also read many “keepers.” Many have been made or contracted to be made into movies, but the books are infinitely better.
I will start with the most recent, the books we read so far that we recommend to others in 2014-2015 are:
·       Girl on a Train by Paula Hawkins
·       Storm Siren by Mary Weber
·       Orphan Train by Christina Baker Kline
·       Life After Life by Kate Atkinson
·       Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand
Books read from 2011-2013 that we still hold dear to our hearts:
·       Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
·       The Double Bind by Chris Bohjalian
·       The Distant Hours by Kate Morton
·       The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
·       The Weird Sisters by Eleanor Brown
·       Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Allan Bradley
·       Bel Canto by Ann Patchett
·       The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
·       The Forgotten Garden by Kate Morton
·       The Help by Kathryn Stockett
·       Room by Emma Donohue 
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