The Southern Book Club's Guide to Slaying Vampires

Before we say a word about the book, tell us what snack or drink you found yourself reaching for while reading it, and whether that was comfort or nerves.

Patricia's book club argues about what they are willing to read together. What is the book our club picked that you were quietly dreading and ended up loving?

This book is soaked in 1990s Southern domestic life (the casseroles, the good dishes, the neighborhood watchfulness). Which small detail pulled up a real memory of your own kitchen or your mother's?

There is a particular ache in being told you are imagining things. When in the book did you feel that most in your own chest, and did you want to hug Patricia or shake her?

The women's friendship is built out of very ordinary things: showing up, bringing food, sitting through a meeting. Who in your life has quietly done that for you, and did this book make you want to call them?

Hendrix writes housework and caretaking as real, exhausting labor. Did the book make you feel seen, tired, tender, or all three, and where exactly did that land?

Without giving anything away, this story asks what a person is willing to lose to be believed. Was there a moment where you thought, gently, that you would have stopped, and what does that tell you about your own limits?

By the last stretch of the book, the women's love for each other has been tested pretty thoroughly. What did you come away believing about what friendship actually costs, and did that comfort you or unsettle you?