Misfit Book Clubs
“We Came for Fitzgerald. We Stayed for Mothman and Mild Paranoia.”
What started as a serious literary circle spiraled after week one when Susan brought homemade scones and asked, “What if Gatsby was a time-traveling moth?”
The group never recovered.
Now called *Read Between the Weirds*, the club has yet to finish a book, but has debated whether Hemingway was an alien, if Pride & Prejudice is a simulation, and whether Oprah might secretly be an owl.
Meetings include ambient theremin music, an unlicensed tarot reader named “Chapter Seven,” and a rotating chairperson selected by sock color.
One member said, “It’s not about reading. It’s about controlled confusion.”
They’ve published a zine: *Cryptid Lit for the Chronically Online,* available on Etsy and in three dimensions of reality.
Their motto: “Fiction is just nonfiction in denial.”
Auf Wiedersehen, amigos.
