And thus, it was no surprise that I found Group by Christie Tate a hard book to put down. While I adore novels – and will never tire of reading them – there’s something about a good memoir that often grabs my attention in a way that fiction sometimes doesn’t. I’ve always loved reading memoirs – Places I Stopped on the Way Home by Meg Fee, Wild by Cheryl Strayed and The Best of Us by Joyce Maynard are three of my all-time favourites – a penchant I think is down to the fact that I’m inherently interested in the lives of other people. It was the day before I was heading to Byron Bay to see in the new year, and, given that I was planning on spending most of my time on the beach, I wanted an easy and addictive read, and so when I read the blurb of Group, it was an easy choice to buy it. Cited by some as the new high priestess of book clubs, there’s little doubt of the effect the Hollywood star’s stamp of approval can have on sales Megan Miranda’s 10 th novel, The Last House Guest sold 892 copies in the week prior to being picked for Reese’s Book Club the week after, it sold 5,494. I was (as usual) browsing the shelves of Gertrude & Alice, unsure of what to read next, when I made my way over to pile of tomes that had been hand-picked for Reese Witherspoon’s Hello Sunshine book club – also known as the holy grail of publishing, and one of the easiest ways to guarantee mass sales of a title. Group by Christie Tate was the last book I read in 2020 (I think).
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