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The Help

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Enter a vanished and unjust world: Jackson, Mississippi, 1962. Where black maids raise white children, but aren't trusted not to steal the silver . . .

There's Aibileen, raising her seventeenth white child and nursing the hurt caused by her own son's tragic death; Minny, whose cooking is nearly as sassy as her tongue; and white Miss Skeeter, home from College, who wants to know why her beloved maid has disappeared.

Skeeter, Aibileen and Minny. No one would believe they'd be friends; fewer still would tolerate it. But as each woman finds the courage to cross boundaries, they come to depend and rely upon one another. Each is in a search of a truth. And together they have an extraordinary story to tell...
 
The female characters and their relationships are great in this book. I actually found a secondary character (Celia) more interesting and likable than some of the main characters.
 
I read this one a while back, but I remember really liking it. I think I'll give it a second read so that I can participate here. What stayed with me about the book as a whole, was the way the author painted the relationships. I remember it being a very well woven tapestry of characters, and I enjoyed the "stories within the story". I'm glad this one was chosen.
 
I will get to this after I finish my current series. Probably get to it on Monday.

especially with being from the South.

I live in the South but my family is from the Midwest. But I do see things that are different from the other non-Southern places I have lived. Sometimes I can't understand why in the hell I live here.
 
This book is a revelation to me. When you grow up among the white gloves, top drawer club and have help one never gets to know about people's lives. My grandparents had a live in cook who was black. I remember sitting on the back porch shucking peas with her in matching rocking chairs. I tried to rock the same way but my feet didn't touch the floor. I loved her. She had sweet nicknames for me. She was a refuge from the horrors of my pimped out child prostitution life. We didn't need to talk about suffering. We were like conjoined twins about that.
 
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