Last night I went to see The Help. Most readers do not like books made into movies. I know I am usually let down. When I love a book, it is almost impossible for a movie to meet my expectations. The Help is one of the best books I have read. I think it is in my Top 5 favorite books of all time. The book was so descriptive I felt like I was there. This movie did not disappoint me. I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED it. The ladies I was with both cried throughout the movie. I do not cry. If I did cry, I would have cried during most of it. There are also many light moments in the movie. I laughed out loud several times.
If you have not read the book, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? Do you live under a rock? Do you have 3 terrible children? The book is written in the mid-60's. The story is about a group of upper society women and how they treat their help. Skeeter is eccentric. She went to college to study and graduate. Most women went to find a husband. She wanted a career in writing. Skeeter started working at a local paper. She wrote a weekly column on household hints. Skeeter started to notice how her friends were treating their maids. It is gut wrenching to read about and watch. I could feel their humiliation. Skeeter makes the decision to write a book from the perspective of how the African American maids feel about working for the white women.
To me this book is a reminder of how far our country has come in the treatment of African Americans. It also shocks me how in my life time all this prejudice existed. I am glad I read the book before I saw the movie. The book is so much more detailed. It has to be said, books are always better. Having read the book enhanced the movie experience.
Give yourself a treat. Read the book. Watch the movie. Go with friends. Take kleenex. Enjoy!
1 comment:
I stopped reading this post when you began writing about the book. Because... YES, I have 3 terrible children and have NOT read the book yet.... one day. If they magically become good. Or at the very least, are sent off to school.
Signed-
A long time ago, I was a reader.
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