Crisco. There are some things you just can't fancy up!

I am literally pages away from finishing The Help, and I just don't want to finish it.... it's finally gotten sooooo GOOD. And I just don't want it to be over. 

I am finally in the guts of the book and find myself laughing, or jaw dropped open or my eyes all teary.  I don't want to give anything away, so I'll just say that I am enjoying the overall message from the book - that we are all just people.  the same.  and not much separates us, unless we make those lines. 

Some of my favorite quotes from the book in no particular order: 

We are just two people. Not that much separates us. Not nearly as much as I'd thought.

All I'm saying is, kindness don't have no boundaries.

She's wearing a tight red sweater and a red skirt and enough makeup to scare a hooker.

I used to believe in em (lines). I don't anymore. They in our heads. Lines between black and white ain't there neither. Some folks just made those up, long time ago. And that go for the white trash and the so-ciety ladies too.

That's the way prayer do. It's like electricity, it keeps things going.

I LOVE inside jokes more than Paula Deen.  So that is quite a bit.  One of my favorite memories in the book is the inside joke between Aibleen (one of the maids) and her son Treelore (an educated black male, law student).  They liked to play word games.  Aibleen would throw out a simple word and Treelore would try to fancy it up. Aibleen would say house cat and Treelore would say domesticated feline.  She'd say mixer and he'd say motorized rotunda. She said Crisco, and Treelore was stumped.  So from then on, Crisco kinda became Treelore's and Aibleen's little inside joke, "Crisco" meant something or someone you can't dress up, no matter how hard you try.  

Did you all read the Help? Did you enjoy? I feel like a lot more is yet to happen on my last few pages....