The Help

I know all I seem to talk about on here every other day is books.

I'm sorry.

I can't help myself.

I think this sign would be a perfectly cozy addition to my guest room/office that is beginning to define itself with books.

 

OldNewAgain Etsy Shop

Since being sick lately,  I've checked out more redbox movies in one week than husband and I have watched all summer.

Movies have some serious ground to make up on books.

Half the movies I started, I turned off. 

A book whose mention here will not be new to anyone is The Help by Kathryn Stockett.

I opened the novel's first pages at a symphony concert and Jay Pritzker this summer, and I knew after the first page I was gonna love.

 The story made me laugh out loud and then feel deeply grieved, both within the space of a chapter, even a page.

The depiction of post-slavery employment for black women in Jackson, MS is, by Stockett's hand, intelligent, creative, and stirring.

I cried and laughed, in equal measure.

I do really want to see the movie, because the book was over too soon, and I heard the movie got good reviews.

Steph?  What say you?

See this blog post about the importance of reading fiction.