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And the Drama Continues

Can I just say that I LOVE March Madness?

I know, I know, fully half of you could give a rip.
But some of you are right there with me.  The upsets!  The buzzer shots!  The hard won victories!
All I can say is that Duke is still hanging in there.  I won’t win the bracket, but I still have a chance at calling the winner.  And all of my Michigan State fans are going berserk after that win today.  It’s fantastic, this tournament.
Love it!

Bibliophile Friday: Book Review, The Help

“I should never call myself a book lover any more than a people lover.  
It all depends what’s inside them.” -Philip Larkin

Two Basic Rules for Bibliophile Friday:  Read a book.  Write about it.

You can write as little as two words (Thumbs up! or Thumbs down!), you can write a short blurb, or you can go all out and give a summary and review. It all depends on how you’re feeling and how much time you have.  Add your blog link and thoughts in the comments.
Books suggestions or reviews are welcome for both kids’ and grown-ups’ books.
Keep it clean.  Be honest.

Bibliophile Friday is the 4th Friday of every month, so get reading!

My book selectionThe Help, by Kathryn Stocket
Recommendation:  Wise, poignant, gut-wrenching.  Go get this book.

Summary:
Ms. Stockett writes about the fictional Skeeter Phelan, a young college graduate in Mississippi who’s grappling with the pervasive racial issues in her 1960’s town.  As Ms. Stockett tells the story of the black women who serve as domestic help in white Southern homes, she articulates much of it through her protagonist, as Skeeter struggles against the racism she’s grown up not noticing.


My thoughts:
Not so long after the time Ms. Stockett writes about, I was born in the south.  I moved around quite a bit, and military kids don’t have the deep hometown roots of other southern kids, but I completely understand the context about which she writes.  Although this is a fictional story, it rings true.  I’m certain that there are plenty of women who can recognize themselves or their family members on both sides of this story.

There were several things that disturbed me about this book, other than the obvious fact that there’s something in the human composition that allows us, time and time again, to sort ourselves into classes.  It’s the boy who’s too dark, the girl with two moms, the kid who’s mom doesn’t quite grasp our language, the boy who doesn’t excel on the football field, the girl with the wrong shoes.  We still sort one another, all of the time.   One of the things I kept bumping up against as I read this story was that it’s set just a stone’s throw back in time.  This isn’t a book about 1890 for goodness sakes.  Our parents remember these days.  I struggled with that, with the idea that it took us such a long time to work through our racial issues.  But my discomfort didn’t stop there.  I liked this book if only because it forced me to stop and think through so many things.  If we were still so off in the 1960’s, what remains today?  How do we continue to sort ourselves?  And why? 

What are you reading?  Add your link in the comments & share your thoughts.  I’d love to hear them.

I AM TIRED

of parenting
of writing
of grocery shopping
of meetings and
of things breaking in my house.

The current list?
* furnace
* water heater
* might as well throw in the AC, too
* dishwasher
* refrigerator

I’m thinking about moving just so I can avoid dealing with this crap.  My coping mechanisms are fantastic, can’t you tell?

On the bright side, I can always read what these ladies have to say: Mrs. Chicken, Susie J., Angie, Janelle, Mayberry, & Jenny.  And also, this very funny dad.  They’re only a teeny tiny fraction of the blogs I follow, but these people keep me on my toes.  They keep me thinking or laughing or, occassionally, crying.  I’ll take any of them over listening to the drivel of the furnace guy for another hour.

So that’s my morning.  Lookin’ good.  How’s yours?