i spent the latter part of this week craving every free second i had to finish the help by kathryn stockett. it was a story of 3 women set in mississippi during racial segregation in the 1960s. it was a fictional account but included historical facts about the civil rights movement. some of the events in the book were downright appalling to me, especially because i felt they had probably stemmed from true depictions of the time. i would find myself immensely bothered, angry at some parts, close to tears the next, and then i would flip the page and laugh out loud. it was a constant vacillating of emotions; and yet, i would go back for more.
the one quote that struck me (and apparently was the line which the author was most proud of, based on her final notes at the end), was this:
"Wasn't that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought."
i recommend alot of books, but this is a must read. you will be better for it.
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