Kathryn Stockett's 'The Help' is a book that I highly recommend. Like, must read NOW if you haven't already.
It's the kind of book that will make you laugh, make you cry, and won't want to put down at night.
Set in 1960's Jackson, Mississippi at the height of the Civil Rights movement, Stockett tells the tale of three vastly different women: two black maids and one young privileged white woman. Their heart filled stories unfold in the rich backdrop that is the 60's segregated south. Her writing is so beautiful, you can feel the breeze in the summer heat and taste the sweet plantation air.
Marian Keyes said of the novel, "Daring, vitally important and deftly handled, I loved and admired 'The Help'. It's very courageous VERY courageous. Fantastic."
I couldn't agree more. And there is nothing like getting hooked into a great book that you don't want to put down and don't want to end. 'The Help' is so good it is already being adapted to a movie produced by Dreamworks. This was Stockett's first novel, and I eagerly await what she writes next!
An excerpt:
"The first time I was ever called ugly, I was thirteen. It was a rich friend of my brother Carlton's over to shoot guns in the field.
'Why you crying, girl?' Constantine asked me in the kitchen.
I told her what the boy had called me, tears streaming down my face.
'Well? Is you?'
I blinked, paused my crying. 'Is I what?'
'Now you look a here, Egenia' - because Constantine was the only one who'd occasionally follow Mama's rule. 'Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples?'
'I don't know. I don't think so,' I sobbed.
Constantine sat down next to me, at the kitchen table. I heard the cracking of her swollen joints. She pressed her thumb hard in the palm of my hand, somthing we both knew meant Listen. Listen to me.
'Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision.' Constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. 'You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?'
She kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand. I nodded that I understood. I was just smart enough to realize she meant white people. And even though I still felt miserable, and knew that I was, most likely, ugly, it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was something besides my mother's white child. All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe."
