London Falling
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Get comfy with your warm drink and tell us: where were you when you did most of your reading, and did this one keep you up past bedtime?
Was there a small moment, a gesture from the parents or a quiet detail, that made you put the book down and just feel something?
The book turns on the gap between the son a family thinks they know and his secret life. Was there ever a time you learned something surprising about someone you loved, and how did you hold that tenderness?
So much of this story is parents refusing to give up. Who in your own life would go to the ends of the earth for you, and did reading this make you want to call them?
London itself feels like a character here, all its lit windows and hidden corners. What city or place do you carry that feeling about, one that holds both comfort and mystery for you?
Keefe writes with such gentle closeness to real grief. Did any part of the book comfort you or make you feel less alone in something you have carried?
Without giving anything away, how did the way this story unfolds sit with your heart by the end, and did it change how you think about needing the whole truth versus finding peace?
Looking back on the parents' journey as a whole, what do you think you would want someone to remember or keep searching for about you, and why did this book bring that up?