Book Club Annoucement

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'READER'S SOCIETY'

Memorize the name


I am very enthusiastic to announce the founding of my very first book club which, quite frankly, would not have been possible without the inspiration of my students, so a humongous shoutout to them.


Ideally, we meet once a week and discuss books, hold book-themed activities, and go on excursions. Our main goal is to balance instruction and delight, have meaningful discussions, and just enjoy the overall experience. 




Looking forward to having a good time with fellow book readers!





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