Contend
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Before we talk about a single page: where did you read this one? Couch, commute, bed at 1am? Set the scene for us.
The word 'contend' can mean to fight, to argue, or to insist something is true. Which of those three did the book feel like to you while you were reading?
Was there a moment where you wanted to reach into the book and just sit with someone for a minute? Tell us about that moment and what you would have said.
Mitchell writes about people carrying weight. Which page felt the heaviest in your hands, and did you need to put the book down for a bit afterward?
Where did this book offer you comfort, even in small doses? A line, a kindness, a quiet scene. Where did it let you breathe?
Did reading this remind you of someone in your own life who contends quietly and does not get credit for it? You do not have to name names.
By the time you closed the book, had your sense of what 'winning' means shifted at all? Share gently and without giving anything away about how things land.
If you could leave this book on one person's nightstand, whose would it be, and what would you write on the little note tucked inside? Keep the note spoiler-free, like you actually mean to give it.