An Unexpected Life
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where did you do most of your reading of this one, and did it turn into a cozy ritual (a chair, a blanket, a particular mug)?
Was there a passage early on that made you want to text someone and say "you have to read this"? What was it about?
Steinem's life has been built around listening in rooms full of people. When has someone really listened to you, and how did that feel?
The book moves through decades of change. Which era described here felt most familiar or comforting to you, and why that one?
Much of her work was done in borrowed rooms, on the road, and in other people's living rooms. What does a space have to feel like before you can be honest in it?
Reading about a life spent in public, did anything make you feel gentler toward your own quieter choices?
Looking back across the whole book, what did it leave you feeling about the slow, unglamorous parts of caring about something for a very long time?
Without giving away where she lands, what did this memoir stir up about the women in your own family and what they handed down to you?