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LOCATION:Carnegie Library Center, 731 College Street, Shelbyville, KY US 40065
DESCRIPTION:<p>Welcome to the Slow Burn Book Club!</p><p>If you love spice, suspense, and irresistible storytelling, this book club is for you! Together we’ll explore today’s most talked-about titles featuring popular tropes—from enemies-to-lovers and forbidden romance to unreliable narrators and shocking secrets. Expect engaging conversations that dig into every twist, turn, and tantalizing theme.</p><p>We invite all members aged 18 and over to join us on the last Thursday of every month from 6:00–7:30 PM at the Carnegie Library Center.</p><hr><p>Master of Salt &amp; Bones Keri Lake</p><p><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">When I was a little girl, I dreamed a handsome knight would come and rescue me from my wretched mother. He'd ride up on his white steed and break the curse I've been fated to carry since the day I was born.</span><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">Funny how things changed over time. How the fairy tale twisted into something far more crooked, darker than I ever imagined.</span><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">In reality, my knight is scarred and broken, living alone in a castle of bones that overlooks the sea. He isn’t searching for me. He never was.</span><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">Lucian Blackthorne is as cursed as I am, and equally shunned by the locals, </span><em><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(30, 25, 21);font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">the fishers of men</i></em><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">, who believe him to be the devil in the flesh.</span><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">Perhaps he is, with the way his amber eyes draw me in, ignite me like an infernal blaze. And the sins he whispers in my ear are as wickedly intoxicating as the man himself.</span><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">Yet, his touch is heaven and his will is my weakness.</span><br><br><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width:0px;background-color:rgb(255, 255, 255);color:rgb(30, 25, 21);display:inline !important;float:none;font-family:&quot;Proxima Nova&quot;, Montserrat, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;font-style:normal;font-variant-caps:normal;font-variant-ligatures:normal;font-weight:400;letter-spacing:normal;orphans:2;text-align:start;text-decoration-color:initial;text-decoration-style:initial;text-decoration-thickness:initial;text-indent:0px;text-transform:none;white-space:normal;widows:2;word-spacing:0px;">He calls us forbidden, an unsalvageable tragedy, with no happy end. Maybe we are. But in this story, he’s the one who needs saving.</span></p>
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SUMMARY:Slow Burn Book Club: Master of Salt & Bones
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