Meet Me in Paris
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Where were you when you did most of your reading, and did the book make that spot feel a little more magical?
What was the first image or scene that made you settle in and think, okay, I'm going to love being here for a while?
Paris has a way of feeling like a character itself. What did the city's atmosphere in this book stir up in you, memory, longing, curiosity?
Harmel often writes about the quiet weight of memory. Was there a moment that made you think of someone in your own life you'd want to sit across a café table with again?
Which small, tender detail (a food, a street, a gesture) stayed with you after you closed the book?
The dual timeline lets past and present speak to each other. Which era felt more comforting to sink into for you, and why?
Without giving anything away, was there a passage that made you put the book down for a minute just to feel it? What was rising up in you?
The story asks a lot of quiet questions about what we carry and what we let go. What did you find yourself thinking about long after you stopped reading?