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Category:
Literary Fiction
Publisher: Mariner Books
ISBN-10: 0375705198
Type: Fiction
Pages: 272
Copyright: 2000
ISBN-13: 9780156013901
The summer that eleven-year-old Eva is picked up on her fourth shoplifting charge, her mother, Miriam, decides that the only solution is to move from Manhattan to a quiet town in upstate New York. There, she tells Eva, they can have a “normal” life. But what Miriam doesn’t tell her daughter, or anyone else, is that Eva’s stealing scares her for a different reason, one related to a past she has been trying to ignore. As tensions mount between mother and daughter, it is, oddly enough, Eva’s secret friendship with Burl--a reclusive beekeeper who lives down the road--that ultimately helps the two find their way back to each other.
The Honey Thief is a contemporary novel about a woman and child who find that they can’t move ahead with the future until they can look clearly at the past. The summer that eleven-year-old Eva is picked up on her fourth shoplifting charge, her mother, Miriam, decides that the only solution is to move from Manhattan to a quiet town in upstate New York. There, she tells Eva, they can have a “normal” life. But what Miriam doesn’t tell her daughter, or anyone else, is that Eva’s stealing scares her for a different reason, one related to a past she has been trying to ignore. As tensions mount between mother and daughter, it is, oddly enough, Eva’s secret friendship with Burl--a reclusive beekeeper who lives down the road--that ultimately helps the two find their way back to each other. The Honey Thief is a pyschological novel about the shadow the past casts on the present, the workings of memory and desire, and the healing powers of unexpected friendship.
Excerpt
"These, then, were Eva’s half-memories. Of words but not their meanings, of a sweater but not the face above it. Of a box, the corner of a room, the scratch of wool, but never a whole father, or even a whole mother the way she’d been before. These were among the things she hoarded, like the nail files, key chains and pink erasers she kept hidden in a shoebox, her loot. Because mostly, she didn’t remember…"
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