The Help [Book Review]
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
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.
first watched the movie of The Help it
was when it just released. Somehow, I was entirely unaware there was a book. Imagine
my shock (and I have to admit, horror) when I saw that it was based on a book at
the end of the movie? Why don’t they put that at the beginning? Otherwise, I
wouldn’t have seen the movie, because I’m one of those people who always like to see the book first. But either way,
it was too late. Which was why years after seeing the film, I finally got
around to reading the book.
anything less than 5 stars. From the first page, the strong narration hooked
me. The writing style is done right in the way as the character at the time
speaks. The novel switches between three points of view, and each and every one
of them is unique. The uniqueness in their voices glares through the narration
and the change of style when it reaches their turn. And one author manages to
change personality like that? I marvel. I marvel.
how a non-black author managed to write about the black culture so accurately.
I’ve never lived in those times, or worked as help, or known anything about
pursuing that sort of life style. But if anything, I would believe this book to
be one of the most accurate portrayals of what it must have been like. The
suffering is engraved in these words. The way in which she writes about being
entirely at the mercy of someone else. Having to say what you know they want
you to say, even if you don’t agree. Even if you hate yourself for agreeing.
Wanting to speak out but scared of the consequences. Wanting to break free but
knowing that if you do, there is nowhere for you to go.
to me. I know many of my own ancestors suffered an immense amount for me, and
people like me, to be where they are in society today. Books like this remind
me of that, make me feel incredibly grateful, and makes me want to shove them at
every nearby person so that they can
remember and they can feel just like
messages in this novel we can lift from it and apply to life nowadays too.
Moral lessons like: fighting against peer pressure and not letting someone with
an elevated status than you in society affect your own choices. Being who you
are. Not changing to meet someone else’s standards.
It made me want to write.
since those times. It shows me how much more we still have to go. But books
like this give me the faith that we can do it.
that’s what prayer do. It’s like electricity, it keeps things going.”
your younger self, what would it be?