This novel is told from the perspectives of three women in Jackson, Mississippi in the mid-1960s at the height of the national civil rights movement. A young aspiring, privileged white college grad comes to write a book with a couple of black women, domestic help for white families in their town. The black women tell the stories of their lives as maids in the segregated South - the good and the bad. I love how all these women take care of their own in tight knit communities!
One of my favorite things was that I could really relate to Skeeter wanting to write something good, enjoying that process but not knowing where to start and realizing how much she doesn't know!
This book will forever be a favorite of mine. I really liked the spectrum of experiences captured for Help. It seemed like an honest depiction of that time and gave me a good perspective on how far things have come. I have never been a huge fan of our current President, but I am more grateful after having read this for all that has come about to allow him to be there. It reminds me of the tears of joy I saw in peoples' faces election night and feeling that swelling on their behalf. That's real.
The Robe by Lloyd C. Douglas. I don't know if it had anything to do with reading a musty original 1942 copy from the library, but I just didn't get into this one. A Roman soldier is ordered to crucify Jesus, wins his Robe in a gamble and eventually becomes a Christian and pay the ultimate price.
Anyone been watching the new WWII Pacific series? AFN is starting to show it here and I know it'll be good but hard to watch. I've read James Bradley's two great books about aspects of the Pacific Theater and a few others here and there to know that this was a much different war front. After visiting the American Cemetery in Luxembourg today where General Patton and 5,000 servicemen rest, it's quite sobering to imagine. We saw a great military museum with many full scale dioramas with authentic gear depicting scenes from the Sept 1944 Battle of the Bulge. I'm working on mapping my Papa's WWII trek through Europe and while he was much further south and not in this battle, it sure began to make things sink in.