Before I started reading, I worried it would be too political, too moralistic, too sweet, too upsetting, too patronising to the reader. Nothing of the sort. The voices are realistic, the characters worthy of knowing, the message poignant without resorting to saccharine or gall.
Now, the only problem is, the experience has spoilt me for other books. I don't feel like chick lit, or a murder mystery, or a thriller. I just want to read THE HELP all over again.
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