“At first, our goal was to read ‘important’ books, but it turns out that we were a lot happier reading celebrity memoirs,” one reader tells Bustle of her local book club, and to be honest, #same. Everyone knows the real appeal is not hearing your neighbor’s linguistic analysis of Sally Rooney’s latest romp, but feasting on the drama inside the room. Take this particularly juicy anecdote shared by Shawndra, 32, from Nashville, Tennessee: “I once went to a friend of a friend’s book club. One woman got really drunk and emotional... she had gone through a bad breakup. I was hugging her, and she was crying on my shoulder because we were sitting next to each other. I ran into her a week later at a coffee shop, and she had no idea who I was!” Fancy it? Read writer Anna Davies’ tips for getting involved. Read More | 
