Riddles for Book Clubs

I live on your nightstand, dog-eared and loved, whispering “one more page.” What am I?

I’m the friend who hosts authors, coffee, and cozy chairs. Where am I?

I’m the detective famed for deductive reasoning, pipe in hand. Who am I?

I’m the genre where spaceships soar, worlds collide, and science meets imagination. What am I?

I’m the discussion question everyone dreads: “Who was your least favorite character?” What am I?

I’m the snack that disappears faster than plot twists. What am I?

I’m the bookmark substitute made from receipts, tissues, and plane tickets. What am I?

I’m the first line that hooks you for life. What am I?

I’m the yearly challenge of 52 stories, tracked in colorful grids. What am I?

I’m the audiobook narrator whose voice becomes a friend on morning commutes. Who am I?

I’m the twist that sparks an entire meeting’s debate. What am I?

I’m the segment where glasses clink and spoilers abound. What am I?

I’m the mascot of midnight releases, robed in Hogwarts colors. Who am I?

I’m the giant stack that towers over nightstands, lovingly called the TBR. What am I?

I’m the quote that sticks to your fridge, reminding you why you read. What am I?