Their Eyes Were Watching God
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
What was the first passage that made you want to curl up and reread it out loud?
If you could pull up a rocking chair on a porch with one character and just listen, who would it be and why?
Janie has a special feeling under the pear tree early in the book. Was there a moment in your own life when the world felt that quietly magical?
The book is full of community gossip and storytelling. What kind of porch-talk or kitchen-table talk did you grow up around, and did this story bring any of it back?
Hurston writes in a rhythm that almost sings. How did reading her language make you feel, and did you find yourself slowing down or reading parts aloud?
Janie is searching for a love that feels like her own. What does a truly comforting kind of love look like to you these days?
Without giving anything away, was there a stretch of Janie's life that felt especially tender or hard to sit with, and what made it land that way for you?
By the closing pages, what feeling did the book leave you carrying around the next day, like a warm coat or a small ache?