Wednesday, July 27, 2011

The Help


I just finished The Help a few minutes ago and it's by far one of the best books I've read in a long time! Rarely do I give a book 5 out of 5 stars, but The Help gets them. Just a couple weeks ago I posted a message on Facebook asking if anyone had read the book and if it would be worthwile to download to my Nook. At the beginning of the book it took awhile to get used to the jumping between characters and reading some of the Southern dialect, but I quickly got used to it. I loved the way some of the relationships blossomed in the book. I don't think I've ever read a book in which I hated a character as much as I hate Miss Hilly. I wish someone would have stood up to her. So I don't ruin anything for those of you who have not read the book yet, I will just paste the synopsis from B&N.


Be prepared to meet three unforgettable women:

Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss. She may have a degree, but it is 1962, Mississippi, and her mother will not be happy till Skeeter has a ring on her finger. Skeeter would normally find solace with her beloved maid Constantine, the woman who raised her, but Constantine has disappeared and no one will tell Skeeter where she has gone.

Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child. Something has shifted inside her after the loss of her own son, who died while his bosses looked the other way. She is devoted to the little girl she looks after, though she knows both their hearts may be broken.

Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi. She can cook like nobody's business, but she can't mind her tongue, so she's lost yet another job. Minny finally finds a position working for someone too new to town to know her reputation. But her new boss has secrets of her own.

Seemingly as different from one another as can be, these women will nonetheless come together for a clandestine project that will put them all at risk. And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.

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