North Woods
Cut along the dashed lines and pass the cards around the table.
Curl up and tell us: where were you when you did most of your reading of this one, and did the woods seep into that space?
Which season in the book felt the most comforting to spend time in, and why did it pull you in?
Was there a chapter or voice that felt like a warm hug, the kind you wanted to linger inside a little longer?
The house holds so many lives. If your own home could quietly remember its past residents, what do you hope it would whisper about you someday?
Mason writes about apples, mosses, beetles, and birdsong with such love. Did any of his small natural details make you notice something new in your own surroundings this week?
Which inhabitant of the house did you find yourself wishing you could pour a cup of tea for, and what would you want to ask them?
The book lingers on how grief, longing, and love echo across generations. Did reading it shift how you think about the people who came before you in your own life?
By the time you closed the book, did you feel more peaceful or more wistful about how time passes, and what part of the story left you feeling that way?