Yesterday was the first day a book has ever made me physically ill. I was laying in bed reading The Help and I began to retch. The chapter where Minny finds her boss having a miscarriage in the bathroom. I was so sick. I hate the scent of raw hamburger meat to begin with, but when Minny compared the scent of the dead fetus and all the blood to the scent of raw hamburger, I about hurled. I was literally queasy for the rest of the day. All I can think is: Damn, Kathyrn Stockett is a FANTASTIC writer if she can physically make me ill with her words.
I am almost finished with the book, which is good news since book club is this week. I'm ready to head home and do some more reading until it is my bedtime.
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