I recently finished reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett. From Wikipedia:
The Help is…about African American maids working in white households in Jackson, Mississippi during the early 1960s.
It didn't impact me the way The Color of Love did (which I mentioned here and here), but I enjoyed it. It gets criticism as a white woman writing about the black experience, but Stockett addresses/acknowledges that directly in the afterward…and I'm not sure why we should only be allowed to write about ourselves (whatever category of self that might be).
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