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little bee
I received Little Bee as a birthday gift and I immediately loved the cover, of course. After reading the first few pages, the writing and story captivated me as well. Little Bee is the story of two very different women and how their lives collide in a most unexpected way.
A+
Excerpt:
"I remember the exact day when England became me, when its contours cleaved to the curves of my own body, when its inclinations became my own. As a girl, on a bike ride through the Surrey lanes, pedaling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden dip into a cool wooded sanctum where a stream ran beneath the flint-and-brick bridge. Coming to a stop, the brakes squealing from the work of plucking one still moment out of time. Throwing my bicycle down into a pungent cushion of cow parsley and wild mint, and sliding down the plunging bank into the clear cold water, my sandals kicking up a quick brown bloom of mud from the streambed, the minnows darting away into the black pool of shade beneath the bridge. Pressing my face into the water, with time utterly suspended, drinking in the cool shock. And then, looking up and seeing a fox. He was sunning himself on the far bank, watching me through a feathery screen of barley. I looked back at him, and his amber eyes held mine. The moment, the country: I realized it was me. I found a soft patch of wild grass and cornflower by the side of the barley field, and I lay down with my face close to the damp earthen smell of the grass roots, listening to the buzzing of the summer flies. I cried, but I didn't know why."
A+
Excerpt:
"I remember the exact day when England became me, when its contours cleaved to the curves of my own body, when its inclinations became my own. As a girl, on a bike ride through the Surrey lanes, pedaling in my cotton dress through the hot fields blushing with poppies, freewheeling down a sudden dip into a cool wooded sanctum where a stream ran beneath the flint-and-brick bridge. Coming to a stop, the brakes squealing from the work of plucking one still moment out of time. Throwing my bicycle down into a pungent cushion of cow parsley and wild mint, and sliding down the plunging bank into the clear cold water, my sandals kicking up a quick brown bloom of mud from the streambed, the minnows darting away into the black pool of shade beneath the bridge. Pressing my face into the water, with time utterly suspended, drinking in the cool shock. And then, looking up and seeing a fox. He was sunning himself on the far bank, watching me through a feathery screen of barley. I looked back at him, and his amber eyes held mine. The moment, the country: I realized it was me. I found a soft patch of wild grass and cornflower by the side of the barley field, and I lay down with my face close to the damp earthen smell of the grass roots, listening to the buzzing of the summer flies. I cried, but I didn't know why."
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
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More Etsy picks.
Knoll Tulip Stool via Hindsvik
Vintage Eye Exam Chart via Hindsvik
Underwriters Laboratory Globe Lamp via Hindsvik
Mid Century Modern Wooden Salad Bowls via Southrosewindow
Blue Glass Apothecary Jars via Violet Q Vintage
Mid Century Modern Doves Jean Luce Arzberg Bayern Germany 5 Pc Dinner Setting via Modish Vintage
Vintage Ampersand Milk Bottle via Modish Vintage
Knoll Tulip Stool via Hindsvik
Vintage Eye Exam Chart via Hindsvik
Underwriters Laboratory Globe Lamp via Hindsvik
Mid Century Modern Wooden Salad Bowls via Southrosewindow
Blue Glass Apothecary Jars via Violet Q Vintage
Mid Century Modern Doves Jean Luce Arzberg Bayern Germany 5 Pc Dinner Setting via Modish Vintage
Vintage Ampersand Milk Bottle via Modish Vintage
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