When you think of London, you might picture the Tube, tea shops, or the Thames-but hidden in quiet corners of Notting Hill, Camden, and Peckham, there’s something quieter, deeper, and just as powerful: London girls book club gatherings. These aren’t just about reading. They’re about connection. About finding your voice in a city of millions. About sharing a novel like you’d share a cup of tea with a friend who finally gets you.
London is huge. Over 9 million people live here. You can walk past 50 strangers on the street and still feel alone. Book clubs for women-especially those called London girls book club-fill that gap. They’re not about prestige. No one’s showing off how many classics they’ve read. It’s about showing up, saying what you really think, and listening when someone else does too.
A 2024 survey by the London Library found that 68% of women who joined a book club in the past year said it improved their mental well-being. Not because they read more-but because they felt heard. One member from Hackney told me, “I came in quiet. Left crying. Then laughing. I didn’t know I needed that until I got it.”
You don’t need to be a literature grad to join. You don’t need to have read every Austen novel. You just need to like stories-and people who care about them.
Here’s where to start:
One group in Peckham meets every third Thursday at a community center. They read one book a month. No reviews. No quizzes. Just talk. “We’ve read memoirs, sci-fi, and cookbooks,” says Maya, 34, who joined after moving from Manchester. “Last month we talked about grief for two hours. No one left early.”
Forget the classics for a second. London girls book clubs read what feels real. Here’s what’s popular right now:
Many clubs rotate genres. One month it’s a thriller. Next, it’s poetry. A group in Southwark just finished reading a graphic novel about Syrian refugees. “We cried,” says Priya, 29. “Then we ordered pizza and talked about what we’d do if we were them.”
Can’t find one that fits? Start your own. It’s easier than you think.
One woman in Brixton started her club after her divorce. She put a note on a community board: “Wanna read and talk? No pressure.” Three women showed up. Now it’s 11. They’ve read 28 books. They’ve buried a friend. They’ve celebrated two pregnancies. They’ve cried over a book about a cat.
It’s not about the books. It’s about the space.
Good book clubs have:
Bad book clubs? They turn into book reports. Someone dominates. Someone’s always late. Someone brings a PowerPoint. Don’t let that be you.
After six months in a London girls book club, you might notice things:
One member from Camden told me she started reading again after her mum died. She didn’t know how to talk about grief. But when she read The Bright Hour by Nina Riggs, her club understood. “They didn’t fix it,” she said. “They just sat with me while I cried.”
That’s the magic. Not the story. Not the author. The people.
Here’s what works in real London book clubs:
It’s normal to feel shy. You’re walking into a room of strangers. You’re worried you won’t say anything smart.
Here’s what to do:
One woman from Croydon went to her first meeting wearing a hoodie and headphones. She didn’t speak for 20 minutes. Then she said, “I think the ending was fake.” Everyone nodded. That was her moment.
If you’re reading this and thinking, “I want that,” here’s what to do now:
You don’t need to be a reader. You just need to care.
London is full of quiet rooms where women gather to talk about stories. You’re not late. You’re exactly on time.
No. Most clubs welcome beginners. You don’t need to have read Tolstoy or Woolf. You just need to be willing to read one book a month and talk about it honestly. Many members joined because they hadn’t read for years. The club helped them start again.
Most are, but not all. The term “girls book club” is used loosely-it often means a space centered on women’s voices and experiences. Some clubs are open to non-binary folks or trans women. Always ask before joining. The vibe matters more than the label.
Most meet once a month. Some meet every six weeks. A few meet weekly, but those are rare. Monthly works best-it gives people time to read, live, and think. The goal isn’t speed. It’s depth.
That’s normal. In fact, it’s useful. One of the most powerful moments in any book club is when someone says, “I hated this.” It opens up space for honest discussion. You don’t have to pretend to love a book. You just have to say why you felt the way you did.
Absolutely. Many members moved to London from other parts of the UK or abroad. You don’t need to be a lifelong resident. All you need is a place to meet and a willingness to show up. Some clubs even meet in parks or online for people who live outside central London.
Write a comment