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“August: You know, somethings don't matter that much...like the color of a house...But lifting a person's heart--now that matters. The whole problem with people--" Lily: They don't know what matters and what doesn't... August:...They know what matters, but they don't choose it...The hardest thing on earth is to choose what matters.”

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The Secret Life of Bees

Set in the 1960s, this novel follows the journey of a young African American girl named Lily as she seeks refuge with a distant relative and becomes involved in the lives of a beekeeping family. The story delves into the complexities of race relations, the power of family, and the transformative impact of love and community. more

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Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kidd

Sue Monk Kidd is an American author known for her novels, particularly 'The Secret Garden' and 'The Invention of Wings'. Born on August 12, 1948, she has a passion for literature and writing from a young age. more

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