A Career in Books by Kate Gavino

This graphic novel is about three Asian, book-loving women (Shirin, Nina and Silvia) who are excited to work in the publishing industry, but have no idea what that actually entails.

Heartstopper Volume Four by Alice Oseman

“I love Nick. I love Nick so, so much. But what I’ve realized through all of this is that we need other people too. Siblings. Parents. Friends. More friends. A therapist. Even teachers, sometimes. That doesn’t mean our relationship isn’t strong. If anything… I think we’re stronger now.”

Crumbs by Danie Stirling

“That feeling that's half doubt - But half hope, too. And it feels like your heart's a helium balloon that's going to float away? Or just... pop?”

Gallant by V.E. Schwab

“When people see tears, they stop listening to your hands or your words or anything else you have to say. And it doesn't matter if the tears are angry or sad, frightened or frustrated. All they see is a girl crying.”

Central Baptist Book Club: The Maid

Every month, residents of Central Baptist Village meet to discuss a book chosen by our Outreach Librarian. This month we're reading The Maid by Nita Prose.

Killers of a Certain Age by Deanna Raybourn

“Forty years on one of the most elite assassin squads on earth and it finished like this, with a free cruise and a bouncy letter from a girl who signed her letters with hashtags.”

The Maid by Nita Prose

“It’s easier than you’d ever think—existing in plain sight while remaining largely invisible. That’s what I’ve learned from being a maid.”

The It Girl by Ruth Ware

“She had the kind of beauty that hurt your eyes if you looked at her for too long, but made it hard to tear your gaze away. It was, Hannah realized, as if a different kind of light were shining on her than on the rest of the room.”

The Last House on the Street by Diane Chamberlain

In 1965 Ellie Hockley, raised to be a southern lady, is engaged to a bank manager and enrolled in college. Against the wishes of her parents, Ellie joins the freedom fighters in an effort to register black voters.

Take My Hand by Dolen Perkins-Valdez

“Our bodies belonged to us. Poor, disabled, it didn’t matter. These were our bodies, and we had the right to “decide what to do with them. It was as if they were just taking our bodies from us, as if we didn’t even belong to ourselves.”