A review by dnandrews797
The Help by Kathryn Stockett

2.0

This book read exactly like what it was: a white woman trying to write about what it’s like to be black. She played into all the main stereotypes of black people in the south in the form of the mammy figure and the fiery black woman. It also help like she inserted herself as the “white savior” of the novel as “Skeeter” the “I’m not like other girls” white protagonist who swoops in to tell their stories for them. Not a great book if you want an accurate depiction of what it’s like to be black in the 1950’s south, though it’s perfect for white people who have done very little to help black people and profit off their misery to feel good about themselves.