I don't read much. I read what people recommend and what I hear buzz about. I read all the Harry Potter books, as they came out. I read a Nora Robert's Trilogy, I read the Twilight series. The last book I read before The Help was a book about dogs that my daughter loved so much, I wanted to share in her emotion so I read it, and yeah...it was a good book.
I'm a terrible judge of movies, mmkay? I swear I watched Barbie Princess School the other day with my 5 year old daughter and cried when Blair told that bitch-mom's daughter that she was the real princess. Dude...this is a animated movie about an orphaned Barbie Princess. I am just that person that thinks pretty much every.single.movie. is a life-changer.
I read The Help over Thanksgiving. GREAT book (according to me). I laughed, I cried, I thought...it was just a great book that made me appreciate the life I have and the era I was raised. I mean, I thought I had it rough <--that's an embarrassing statement. So for the last two weeks I been wringing my hands waiting for the movie to come out on DVD, and got one in my hot little hands. Here's my opinion of The Help (the movie). I love the actors, they did a fantastic job. The movie writers sucked big donkey balls on this one. They cut, edited, and MADE UP shit that wasn't in the movie, just pissed me off. I felt a little like Minnie when Skeeter said she wasn't putting the pie story in the book. I wish I would have done one of two things:
1. Watched the shit-ass movie first, then raved about the book.
2. Not watched the movie at all.
I want my $1.00 back, Redbox.