My goodness
I've done it again! Left my blog for a while again! I auditioned for an Oral Language Fair, and I chose the opening lines to "The Secret Life of Bees" Here it is:
At night I would lie in bed and watch the show, how bees squeezed through the cracks of my bedroom walls, and flew circles around the room, making a propeller sound, a high-pitched zzzzz that hummed along my skin. I watched their wings shining like bits of chrome in the dark and felt a longing build up in my chest. The way those bees flew, not even looking for a flower, just flying to feel the wind, split my heart down its seam. During the day I heard them tunneling through the walls of my bedroom, sounding like a radio turned to static. I imagined them turning the walls into honeycombs, with honey seeping out for me to taste. The bees came in the summer of 1964, the summer I turned 14, and my life went spinning into a whole new orbit, and I mean whole new orbit. Looking back on it now, I want to say that the bees were sent to me, like the Angel Gabriel appearing to the Virgin Mary, setting events in motion I never could have guessed. I know it's presumptuous to compare my small life to hers, but I have reason to believe she wouldn't mind; I'll get to that. Now, it's enough to say that despite everything that happened during that summer, I remain tender toward the bees.
And I MEMORIZED it all!
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