I avoided this book for a long time. When things get really popular, I tend to avoid those things. This is especially true books that have been turned into movies. If it's already hit the silver screen before I've read it, there's a slim chance I ever will. I suppose that makes me a snob. I've long since accepted that fact. 

But, after finding a secondhand copy for real cheap and some high praise from my mother, here I am reading The Help, five years after it made its way to a theater near you. And here's all I'm going to say: 

Read it.

"We're just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I thought."

The sooner we remember that we are all people, that we are each a person, the happier we'll be.

p.s. There was a bit of swearing (it's hard to find a book that never swears, but there are no f-bombs in this one), and a rather interesting scene involving a crazy naked man and his man parts, terrorizing innocent ladies by a pool.