有部电影叫怦然心动,看过吗,这是原著的英文小说,找不到中文版的

有部电影叫怦然心动,看过吗,这是原著的英文小说,找不到中文版的
I used to really like eggs.Especially scrambled,with bacon or sausage.But even without the
little snake incident,I knew that no matter what you
did to these eggs,they would taste nothing but foul to me.These eggs came from the
chickens that had been the chicks that had hatched from the
eggs that had been incubated by Juli Baker for our fifth-grade science fair.
It was classic Juli.She totally dominated the fair,and get this — her project was all about
watching eggs.My friend,there is not a lot of action to
report on when you're incubating eggs.You've got your light,you've got your container,
you've got some shredded newspaper,and that's it.You're
done.
Juli,though,managed to write an inch-thick report,plus she made diagrams and charts —
I'm talking line charts and bar charts and pie charts —
about the activity of eggs.Eggs!
She also managed to time the eggs so that they'd hatch the night of the fair.How does a
person do that?Here I've got a live-action erupting
volcano that I've worked pretty stinking hard on,and all anybody cares about is Juli's chicks
pecking out of their shells.I even went over to take a
look for myself,and — I'm being completely objective here — it was boring.They pecked for
about five seconds,then just lay there for five minutes.
I got to hear Juli jabber away to the judges,too.She had a pointer — can you believe that?