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Jackson, Mississippi, 1962. Black maids raise white children, but aren't trusted not to steal the silver. Some lines will never be crossed.
Aibileen is a black maid: smart, regal, and raising her seventeenth white child. Yet something shifted inside Aibileen the day her own son died while his bosses looked the other way. Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is by some way the sassiest woman in Mississippi. But even her extraordinary cooking won't protect Minny from the consequences of her tongue.
Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter returns home with a degree and a head full of hope, but her mother will not be happy until there's a ring on her finger. Seeking solace with Constantine, the beloved maid who raised her, Skeeter finds she has gone. But why will no one tell her where?
Seemingly as different as can be, Skeeter, Aibileen and Minny's lives converge over a clandestine project that will not only put them all at risk but also change the town of Jackson for ever. But why? And for what?
The Help is a deeply moving, timeless and universal story about the lines we abide by, and the ones we won't. It is about how women, whether mothers or daughters, the help or the boss, relate to each other - and that terrible feeling that those who look after your children may understand them, even love them, better than you . . .
476 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 10, 2009


come to my blog!As Skeeter begins questioning, she also begins talking to "the Help" - black women who support white families, often in essential roles.
"I wash my hands, wonder how an awful day could turn even worse. It seems like at some point you'd just run out of awful."
.The more people who Skeeter meets, the more she learns to listen. To hear the stories that no one has bothered to write down and the more she realizes that she must be the help - to help these women share their stories and try to change their world.
"Who knew paper and ink could be so vicious."
Whew. I needed a breather after reading this one.
"We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought."

“I can't believe Aibileen wants to tell Miss Skeeter the truth.
Truth.
It feels cool, like water washing over my sticky-hot body. Cooling a heat that's been burning me up all my life.
Truth, I say inside my head again, just for that feeling.”