As I mentioned earlier, I can't get enough of The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake. But, I also just finished The Help. I finished Lemon Cake sometime last week in transit somewhere (who knows at this point, really. I'm so tired I can't remember which US Weekly I haven't read yet.). I just...actually, I don't know what to say about it yet. Part 1 was the strongest, I think, but who's to say I only think that because I finished the book on an uncomfortable train ride? I need to re-read it, stat, in order to make up my mind. But I do know this: if I could write like anyone, it would be Aimee Bender.
So then I read The Help. Now, this was an unexpected purchase for me. I didn't plan on reading it. But on a whim I bought it for my Kindle (have you seen that hardcover? That is way too heavy to cart around) and I both started it and finished it on the plane. At one point, K looked over to tell me something and I was crying. "This book is just so good," I sobbed.
I'm not convinced, though, that it really is that good. Is that weird? I was just so tired and trying to distract myself as I read it that maybe I was too eager for it to affect me. (Is this what it's come to? Me trying to justify my book tears?)
Anyway. I like books, some more than others, if that's not yet clear.