The Help

Scott was away on a boys' weekend/ golf trip (have I mentioned before that Scott's NOT a golfer?), so Leah and I had plenty mommy-daughter time, which wasn't anything that I couldn't handle. The only glitch in this set-up was that I had just started reading The Help, and I couldn't put it down. It's been awhile since I've literally had to fight the urge to read, and boy, did it feel good to fight (or give in at times).

I'm not sure what it was exactly that I enjoyed most about this book. Maybe it was the overall dynamics among two black maids and a white woman/ aspiring writer in the 1960s that drew me in. Because of how far our society has come since then, I can't imagine what life must have been like for a black man or woman growing up in the South in the 60s (or before then). (Granted, I know that racism still exists-- on both sides-- but I know that there have been immense strides for the better.)

Regardless of what drew me in and held me there, I did manage to finish the book Sunday night. Now onto the next one...