The living room in the plush apartment on Central Park West was filled with all the trappings of a traditional book club.
A dozen people, mostly women, perched on sofas and armchairs with paperbacks on their laps. A silver carafe of coffee and a tray of black-and-white cookies were set out within arm’s reach. Chatter about weather and children filled the air before the host cleared her throat and announced that it was time to start the discussion.
Be Careful at the Book Club, the Author Might Be There – NYTimes.com.