I know everyone's giving this book a 5--and I really enjoyed it. I really liked the way Stockett created characters that were so real I thought they were alive. But because I felt that way,I was so anxious that something bad would happen to them that I couldn't really enjoy the book completely. And I was so angry at times about the ways of the world (then--and even now) that I had to put it down. Also, I wanted the ending to be more satisfyingly conclusive. So, I guess I really liked it but I liked it so much that it became real in ways that made me not like it as much. How's that for a contradiction?