Come Together: The Beatles Talkshow

Just Your Average Book Club

John: Who wants to play a book game?

Paul: I don't really enjoy reading that much . . .

John: *yells.* You're going to read and you're going to like it!

Ringo: The game is called "The Book"?

John: Yes. So everyone has their books?

George: Yep.

Paul: How does this work?

Ringo: We each have a book.

Paul: Yeah, I got that part.

Ringo: We read the title, author, and the summary of one of our books. Then the player with the chosen book reads the first sentence and writes it down. The other players don't know what the sentence is, and they're supposed to guess what it would be.

Paul: How is this fair? What if I've already read the book?

John: I bet no one's read my book! *starts cackling wildly.*

George: We all know you haven't read any of our books, Paul, because you despise reading.

Paul: Oh, right.

Ringo: So then the players turn in their sentences to the player who knows the real first sentence. The player who knows the sentence then reads off the other players' sentences. The other players guess which is the real sentence and whoever guesses the right one gets a point. Also, the player with the sentence that a majority of players thought was the right one gets a point.

Paul: This sounds complicated.

John: We're all going to smoke you, Paul! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

George: *sighs.*

Paul: Ringo, let's see your book.

Ringo: I've brought "Stalking Jack the Ripper" by Kerri Maniscalco and-

John: What in God's name?!?

George: Ringo . . . you do realize that's a book for teenage girls, right?

Ringo: No, it isn't!

Paul: Let me see it.

Ringo: *hands it to him.*

Paul: *flips it over.* "He murder women in cold blood. He terrorized an entire city. He taunted those of us who hunted him down. But despite all these horrors, in the end, I could deny it . . . I was the girl who loved THE RIPPER."

George: *suppresses laughter.*

John: WOT.

Paul: Ringo, everything about this screams, "Teenage Girl Fiction."

Ringo: *snatches it away.* It's a good book!

George: Also, what kind of sicko writes a book about some girl falling in love with Jack the Ripper? That's disgusting!

Ringo: It's not like that. You see-

John: Enough! Let's just get on with it! *whips out a piece of paper and starts writing.*

George: *rolls his eyes and starts scribbling.*

Paul: *in deep thought.*

John: Finished! *slams the pencil down on the table.*

George: *still scribbling.*

Paul: *still in deep thought.*

John: