I was a little tenative going into this novel, especially considering the praise it has garnered. I tend to not agree with the overall consensus when it comes to the "most popular" of things. Then the book began a little shakily in my opinion, since it was a white woman writing in the "voice" of a black woman in Mississippi in the 1960s. However, I quickly became absorbed in the story of the three main characters, the three which are the voices of the book. You begin feeling like such a scenario could have occurred and the emotions are real. You start to wonder if an Aibileen or Minny or Skeeter really existed. It makes you ponder the atrocities that occurred not only in Mississippi but across the United States and the world due only the fact that someone was born a different color. The moral of the story overall is one that everyone should embrace. As Stockett writes in her "Too Little, Too Late" at the end of the book, what you take away from the book at the very least should be this line:
"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."
Any doubts I had about the author writing in the different voices or whether she could be a credible source for life in Mississippi were quickly assuaged by her writings in "Too Little, Too Late." The Help was a wonderful book and I truly enjoyed the three main characters of the book. Unfortunately, even decades later I believe there are quite a few people who need to learn a thing or two about people in general and how to treat them from this book and others like it.