The Secret Lives of Bees

I'm diving into Sue Monk Kidd's The Secret Life of Bees. I don't like to be between books for very long.

I found it much of a coincidence that I had heard Sue Monk Kidd's name over three times in one week from three very different sources. My sister lent me some CDs of Sue Monk Kidd's First Light audio book. The second was in Wayne Dyer's audio CDs on Spitirtual Living. And finally, when I was perusing my brother's bookshelf right next to his infamous political commentary personality I don't want to even mention here, was the The Secret Life of Bees on the bookshelf of my 32 year old brother I asked to borrow the book. A diverse collection of books to say the least.

Still though, I felt compelled to read and I'm immediately taken in.

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