There exists a sacred gathering, a ritual passed down through generations of women who claim they’re there for literary enrichment but are really there for the wine and gossip. Yes, I’m talking about ladies’ book clubs—the only place where Eat, Pray, Love and Fifty Shades of Grey can sit on the same shelf without judgment (okay, maybe a little judgment).

The Unspoken Rules of the Ladies’ Book Club

  1. The Book is Optional (But the Snacks Are Not)

    • You can absolutely show up having only read the first three chapters. Or just the back cover. Or nothing at all. But if you arrive without a charcuterie board or a box of wine? Scandalous.

  2. There’s Always That One Woman Who Actually Read It

    • She’s clutching her annotated copy, ready to dissect the protagonist’s emotional journey. Meanwhile, the rest of the group is debating whether the love interest was hot (based solely on the movie adaptation’s casting).

  3. Spoiler Alerts Are a War Crime… Unless the Book Was Bad

    • If the ending was trash, all bets are off. “Girl, don’t even bother—just skip to the epilogue and burn the rest.”

  4. The ‘Book Club’ Only Lasts 20 Minutes Before It Deviates Into Life Drama

    • “Okay, but what did we think of the symbolism in Chapter 7?”

    • “Symbolism? Karen, I’m still recovering from my son’s soccer coach drama. Let’s circle back after margaritas.”

  5. Historical Fiction = Nap Time, Thrillers = Group Therapy

    • A Jane Austen pick? Half the club will “forget” to read. A Gone Girl-style thriller? Suddenly, everyone’s a detective. “I knew the husband was shady by page 10!”

  6. Romance Novels Are Judged Solely on Steam Level

    • “This was supposed to be spicy, but it was basically just heavy breathing and a single kiss. One star!”

  7. The Host’s Pet Will Interrupt at the Worst Moment

    • “So, when the heroine finally confronts her—Lucy, stop eating the brie!”

Why These Clubs Are Secretly Genius

At their core, ladies’ book clubs are less about literature and more about survival. They’re a safe space to vent, laugh, and occasionally pretend you’re cultured. And if a few books get discussed along the way? Well, that’s just a bonus.

At least, I think that’s how it works.  I’ve never been to one.