The Help by Kathryn Stockett
My rating: 5/5 cats
enthusiasm!!!
this book and i almost never met. and that would have been tragic. the fault is mostly mine – i mean, the book made no secret of its existence – a billion weeks on the best seller list, every third customer asking for it at work, displays and reviews and people on here praising it to the heavens. it practically spread its legs for me, but i just kept walking. i figured it was something for the ladies, like sex and the city, which i don’t have to have ever seen an episode of to know that it’s not something i would enjoy. i figured that this book was on the ladder one rung above chick lit. so i am to blame for my snobbish dismissiveness, but have you seen this cover?? what is with that sickroom color scheme? and i hate those stupid little birds. what is chip kidd so busy doing that he can’t just pop over here and lend a hand?? it is not my fault for thinking it was a crappy book when that cover wanted me to think it was a crappy book.
but this book is good. really, really good. again, i thank you, readers’ advisory class, for fixing me up with this book. it has been a long time since i have read such a frankly entertaining book. (if a book about the emotionally-charged early days of the civil rights movement can be called entertaining.) this is just an effortlessly told story, split between three different women, whose voices and perspectives never run together – the secondary characters are also completely believable and are all different brands of repellent, with some token sympathetic characters tossed in for the halibut. i don’t even know what to say, i just feel all “aw, shucks, i loved this book” about it – there were several times i would catch myself grinning at a turn of phrase or a situation, and every time i would start to doubt myself, that maybe i would like sex and the city. or buffy the vampire slayer or all these things i have formerly judged without having read/seen/eaten. maybe i am like these white women in the book, taking their help for granted and assuming they have nothing to say to each other because of their unwillingness to talk to them and know them as human beings. maybe buffy and i have so much to learn from one another…
then i would snap out of it and remember that my gut opinions are 99.99% foolproof.
so for you other people, who need to be swayed by hype – i give you hype. this book’s hype is merited – it would be a perfect book to read this summer when you are melting from the sun and need a good story. this is a very tender and loving book about hope and sisterhood and opportunity, but also about beatings and terror and shame.
still hate those birds, though.
