This demo contains excerpts of fiction, non-fiction, and mystery genres. Rita has studied with Pat Fraley and Scott Brick in Los Angeles.
North American (General)
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Rita Pardew. Narrator This is from Sweetwater by Roxana Robinson. Hope was what Isabel was bringing to this marriage with Paul. Grief had established itself in the center of her life, and though it no longer stormed through her drenching and overwhelming as it had it first, it was not gone. She still felt the grayness of her first husband's absence from the world. She missed Michael. She hated for him being gone. She tilted her head back against Paul's chest and look straight up at the great arch of the sky. It's so clear, she said, to clear. Actually, Paul answered, We're hoping for rain. This is happen. Izabal said her voice and the great openness around her was small. Paul put his arm around her. Exactly, he said with satisfaction. Now will you never leave me from a place of Yes. By Bethany Frankel. I'd never seen a scarf quite like the one I saw that afternoon and Neiman Marcus. It was the softest cashmere I'd ever felt with the most vibrant colors. It was gorgeous. It cost $500. Unfortunately, I didn't have $500. I checked out the scarf and saw that, according to the label. It was called a pashmina. I asked my assistant to search pashmina and see what she could find out. There were only two, a company in Ohio and a company in India. I called the source in Ohio, but they wouldn't just sell me one. The minimum order was 10 at $110 each. At this point, I still just wanted a pashmina. So my immediate goal was to figure out whether I could buy 10 keep one for myself and find nine other people to buy the rest of them. Maybe I was hitting a moment in women's fashion. Could I possibly sell nine pashminas? This is from the book Thief by Markus Zusak. First the colors, then the humans. That's usually how I see things or a t least. How I try Here is a small fact. You are going to die. I am in all truthfulness, attempting to be cheerful about this whole topic. The most people find themselves hindered in believing me. No matter my protestations, Please trust me. I most definitely can be cheerful. I could be amiable, agreeable, affable, and that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me. Reaction to the aforementioned fact. Does this worry you? I urge you. Don't be afraid. I'm nothing if not fair, of course. An introduction. Ah, beginning where are my manners? I could introduce myself properly, but it's not really necessary. You will know me well enough and soon enough depending on the diverse range of variables, it suffices to say that at some point in time I will be standing over you as genial. AEA's possible Your soul will be in my arms. Ah, color will be perched on my shoulder. I will carry you gently away. At that moment you will be lying there. I rarely find people standing up. You will be cake in your own body. There might be a discovery. Ah, scream will dribble down the air. The only sound I'll here after that will be my own breathing and the sound of my footsteps