Audiobook Narrator - Sample - The Bell Jar
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Mr Willard drove me up to the Adirondacks. It was the day after christmas and a gray sky bellied over us fat with snow. I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed the way I always do the day after christmas as if whatever it was. The pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt ribbon presents and the birch log fires and the christmas, turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass at christmas. I almost wished I was a catholic 1st. Mr Willard drove and then I drove. I don't know what we talked about, but as the countryside, already deep under old falls of snow turned us a bleaker shoulder and as the fir trees crowded down from the gray hills to the road edge so darkly green they looked black. I grew gloomier and gloomier. I was tempted to tell mr Willard to go ahead alone. I would hitchhike home but one glance at mr Willard's face, the silver hair and its boyish crew cut the clear blue eyes, the pink cheeks all frosted like a sweet wedding cake with the innocent trusting expression and I knew I couldn't do it. I have to see the visit through to the end at midday. The grain has paled a bit and we parked in an icy turn off and shared out the tuna fish sandwiches and the oatmeal cookies and the apples and the thermos of black coffee. Mr Willard had packed for our lunch. Mr Wellard id me kindly. Then he cleared his throat and brushed a few last crumbs from his lap. I could tell he was going to say something serious because he was very shy and I'd heard him clear his throat in that same way before giving an important economics lecture. Okay, nellie and I have always wanted a daughter for one crazy minute. I thought Mr Willard was going to announce that Mrs Willard was pregnant and expecting a baby girl. Then he said. But I don't see how any daughter could be nicer than you. Mr. Willard must have thought I was crying because I was so glad he wanted to be a father to me. There there he patted my shoulder and cleared his throat. Once or twice. I think we understand each other.