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The Help

by Kathryn Stockett

Author: Kathryn Stockett

Literature & Fiction » Literary

Language: English

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Written quite a time ago about the middle of last century, this wonderful novel is still topical nowadays.
Twenty two year old Skeeter has graduated from school and wants to proceed education, but according to the principles and traditions of that time her mother first of all wants to see her married. Girl used to find comfort in talking with her maid Constantine, but while Skeeter being away at school Constantine left and no one would tell sad girl where. Aibileen is a new maid, black clever woman, but with sorrow in her heart – she lost her son because of carelessness of his bosses . The third woman is Minny - Aibileen’s best friend. She is fat, small and very sassy. She is a cook who got her talent from God, but because she can... Read more

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ISBN: 0399157913
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Read an excerpt:

...than usual. I know I aint gone have the strength to go knock on Louvenias door. Ill have to do it tomorrow after Im done cleaning up the turkey. I waddle myself from the bus stop, hardly able to keep my eyes open. I turn the corner on Gessum. A big white Cadillacs parked in front a my house. And there be Miss Skeeter in a red dress and red shoes, setting on my front steps like a bullhorn. I walk real slow through my yard, wondering what its gone be now. Miss Skeeter stand up, holding her pocketbook tight like it might get snatched. White peoples dont come round my neighborhood less they toting the help to and fro, and that is just fine with me. I spend all day long tending to white peoples. I dont need em looking in on me at home. I hope you dont mind me coming by, she say. I just . . . I didnt know where else we could talk. I set down on the step and ever knob on my spine hurt. Baby Girl so nervous around her Granmama, she wet all over me and I smell like it. The streets full a folks...



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