A compendium of movie reviews and discussions.
Waiting for bees
It’s been raining here in
I finished The Secret Life of Bees last night. It’s been a long time since I’ve really gotten sucked into a good story and this book did that for me. I got a very strong sense of the characters, including the distinctive voice of its young narrator, Lily, and the specific setting of
“All this time I just figured you liked pink,” I said.
She laughed again. “You know, some things don’t matter that much, Lily. Like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person’s heart—now that matters. The whole problem with people is—”
“They don’t know what matters and what doesn’t,” I said, filling in her sentence and feeling proud of myself for doing so.
“I was going to say, The problem is they know what matters, but they don’t choose it. You know how hard that is, Lily? I love May, but it was still so hard to choose Caribbean Pink. The hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters.”
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A week ago we had a couple of lovely warm days. I dragged my patio chairs up from the garage, dusted them off and put them out on the deck. Then I made myself a cup of tea and brought my book outside to read. I’m looking forward for a return of that kind of weather. And I imagine the return of our local bees will soon follow.
