The Help

by Kathryn Stockett

I guess everbody wonder what they boss think a them.

Cause that’s the way prayer do. It’s like electricity, it keeps things going. And

Someone whose eyes simply said, without words, You are fine with me.

Mother’s been trembling, torn between the terror that I’ll screw it up and glee that I actually like men.

She’s dressed in a white sweater so tight it’d make a hooker look holy.

“All I’m saying is, kindness don’t have no boundaries.”

So many lies have been told, the room is thick with them.

days. I tell myself, that’s what you get when you put thirty-one toilets on the most popular girl’s front yard.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

Wasn’t that the point of the book? For women to realize, We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I’d thought.