As one not much given to either understand or be interested in the field of philosophy (to my detriment, I'm sure), I found myself skipping over much of what was scattered through this book. Likewise, as one not particularly given to want an in-depth study of bees I found myself very often skimming over the bulky parts of each chapter that pertained to bees. So why then did I even like this book? Because I liked the characters and I liked the story. It wasn't that I disliked all about the bees, but it was just a bit too much for me. I wasn't THAT interested. And I truly was sorry that I didn't understand all the philosphizing; I know I missed out on something good. The narrator's fixation on bees is educational and a bit overbearing, yet, with time, I came to admire him for his dedication to the insects and his attempt to understand them. We follow him as he gradually figures out the mystery or, rather, recognizes the repressed memories that lead him to understanding. These characters seem real, flawed, troubled, and, in many ways, doomed, yet they are also sympathetic and tug at the heart strings. I'm not generally a fan of mysteries, but this one caught my imagination and may deserve a second read.
Do You like book Telling The Bees (2013)?
You learn a lot about bees and murder things not always as they seem
—onlymoment
Best book I have read lately! Read in one sitting.
—barca
