Last week I read this book. I really liked it.
Here's an overview from an ebook store.
Twenty-two-year-old Skeeter has just returned home after graduating from Ole Miss. She may have a degree, but it is 1962, Mississippi, and her mother will not be happy till Skeeter has a ring on her finger. Skeeter would normally find solace with her beloved maid Constantine, the woman who raised her, but Constantine has disappeared and no one will tell Skeeter where she has gone.
Aibileen is a black maid, a wise, regal woman raising her seventeenth white child. Something has shifted inside her after the loss of her own son, who died while his bosses looked the other way. She is devoted to the little girl she looks after, though she knows both their hearts may be broken.
Minny, Aibileen's best friend, is short, fat, and perhaps the sassiest woman in Mississippi. She can cook like nobody's business, but she can't mind her tongue, so she's lost yet another job. Minny finally finds a position working for someone too new to town to know her reputation. But her new boss has secrets of her own.
Seemingly as different from one another as can be, these women will nonetheless come together for a clandestine project that will put them all at risk. And why? Because they are suffocating within the lines that define their town and their times. And sometimes lines are made to be crossed.
In pitch-perfect voices, Kathryn Stockett creates three extraordinary women whose determination to start a movement of their own forever changes a town, and the way women-mothers, daughters, caregivers, friends-view one another. A deeply moving novel filled with poignancy, humor, and hope, The Help is a timeless and universal story about the lines we abide by, and the ones we don't.
I felt that some of the attitudes in this book could be prevalent today. Of course the whites vs. black still exists but also the employer vs. employee attitudes. Or rich vs. poor... Or old vs. young...
Why must some people think they are better than others? Being raised that way is not an excuse. What do you think?
The King ripped up the floor in the laundry room. There were some ceramic tiles in there but we decided to put down stick on tiles instead. The photo is of new wood.
The tiles are down. He has to put a frame around the doorway to the pantry and then finish the baseboard.
I received my Italian passport in the mail! Yahoo! BUT it's in my maiden name. Italian women do not change their names like we do. After 24 years, I must use another name. I can't scribble my name without THINKING anymore.
Last Thursday we made our last trip to the Italian Consulate in Philadelphia. I applied for my passport which should arrive next week. We also filed our repatriation papers and another paper we need to live in Italy.
The King put on a new door to the garage. The original door started rusting and when we redid the sidewalk we had to take the bottom of the door off. It looks nice. The half circle window lets pretty much light into the garage. It also matches the half circle windows on the front of the house. The King painted it white. Looking good!
He also hung the 3 outside lights on the back of the house. They are a little 70's looking! But they through a lot of light!
This is the back yard where the bird pen was and a burn pile . All gone. It won't be long until the grass (or weeds) start growing. 
