I like to think that I read a lot of books. I’m not too biased in what I choose to read, but as I’ve become a bigger fan of the library, I’m more inclined to choose books that I might have passed over if I were only planning to purchase them.

Enter The Help. At first glance, it wasn’t a book that I probably would’ve just picked up. I tend to lean toward lighter fare and the subject matter of segregated 1960s Mississippi tends to not be, well, very light. When I checked it out at the library after a several-week waiting list, the librarian practically gushed about how amazing this was.

And she was right. I can’t put this book down. It brings me back to the same question, over and over again: how can/could people treat other people poorly? Why do we not talk about our differences? How does ignorance thrive?

Anyway. I’m definitely going to buy this book, because I know that it is one that I will want to read again and again. Add it to your queue, library-goers!