Periodically, when I go to a supermarket located near my house, I pass by a boutique that houses a book club, a bookstore that claims to be a place to discuss the literary masterpieces of our time, but, apart from soap novels, I don’t really see anything on the shelves of the store , though, my preferences cannot influence those who want to share their impressions of the soap opera.
So, passing by this glazed, concrete box, I mean a boutique, I remembered a lonely shop in the park, where, under the rustle of tree leaves and the chirping of birds, it is very pleasant to read something, and possibly discuss, argue and laugh at by what you read.
Yes, this is what the perfect book club looks like, where there is no need to pay membership fees, lol.
Photos taken with a Sony Cyber-shot DSC-HX300 camera.
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