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Why I’m now scared of book clubs

And why I loved this one

12 July 2014

9:00 AM

12 July 2014

9:00 AM

‘Hi Ian!’ the email began. ‘We are a group of mostly females who meet regularly in London to review really good reads. We are currently reading The Dead Yard, and were wondering if you would like to join us as our honorary guest while we fire you (gently) with questions about your book.’

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