Little Bee was one of those books that had been on my radar, but I wasn't in a huge rush to read it. In fact, I wasn't sure if I wanted to read it. I'm not sure why I didn't want to read it. Or why I wanted to read it. I guess it was one of those books that you hear about, over and over again, but nothing really grabs you about the book.
But finally I picked it up at Christmas time and finally got around to reading it.
And well, it was intense. Strangely funny, beautiful. But intense. Brutal and intense. Little Bee was one of those books that I was relieved to finish, but at the same time knew that even if I had finished it and could move on to another book...would not be a book that I was going to be able to forget. Even a week and a book and a half read later...if I wanted to, I could probably tell you the entire book from beginning to end. Each scene is burned into my memory and I think it'll stay there until I read a book close to holding that intensity.