The Secret Life of Bees, by Sue Monk Kidd.
Exactly what I thought it would be- a light day's read.
I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one. (p. 9)That's because "girl" is a sociocultural role, a construction, as much as anything else.
"Actually, you can be bad at something, Lily, but if you love doing it, that will be enough." (p. 167)&
"[W]hen you get down to it, Lily, that's the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love- but to persist in love." (p. 289)
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I loved this book. I read in the space of several mornings, stretched out in the sunshine coming through my window.
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