Culpability

Where were you when you did most of your reading of this one, and did you find yourself wanting company nearby while you read it?

Grab a blanket and tell us: which small, ordinary family moment in the early chapters felt the most like your own household?

This is a book about a family in a car, in a house, in each other's pockets. Which space in the novel felt the coziest to you, and where did that warmth start to turn?

The novel spends a lot of time on how parents and teenagers misread each other with the best intentions. Was there a moment that made you feel gently forgiven for something, as a parent, a kid, or a sibling?

How did you feel about the technology in these characters' lives: comforted, uneasy, or a little of both? Tell us about a device in your own home you have complicated feelings about.

Holsinger lets each family member have their own interior weather. Whose voice did you most want to put a hand on the shoulder of, and what would you have said to them?

Without giving away where things land, when did you notice your sympathy quietly shifting from one family member to another, and how did that shift sit with you afterward?

The book keeps asking who carries the weight of a thing that went wrong. Has there been a time in your life when blame got distributed unfairly, and did reading this soften or sharpen how you remember it?