The Help

I'm back from a nice little trip to Lake Oconee thanks to my sister and her family.  I had some time to read Kathryn Stockett's The Help, but I'm not finished with it yet.  Tara Barthel is reading it, too, and has an enthusiastic post that should encourage you to pick it up.

I love the writing, and here's a little taste of why:

For no reason but to irritate me, we get a heat wave in December.  In forty degrees, I sweat like iced tea in August and here I woke up this morning to eighty-three on the dial.  I've spent half my life trying not to sweat so much:  Dainty Lady sweat cream, frozen potatoes in my pockets, and I still soak my sweat pads through in five minutes.  I tote my Fairley Funeral Home fan every place I go.   

I'm a Southern girl, and I can relate to so much in the book although I was born just after Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated.  I know about funeral home fans, and I have a silver pattern.  And, mercy, how this book makes me crave fried chicken, biscuits, butterbeans, and sweet tea!  Fortunately I'm in Georgia right now and can have some after church tomorrow.

I'm going to go read now.  :-)