Stinks sometimes. I’m working, and taking two writing intensive courses over the next 6 weeks, which leaves little time for writing. But I promise I’m alive, and will update as soon as I can breath.
I’ve read The Help by Kathryn Stockett so many times the binding of my copy is falling apart. I love the relationships that develop, and the way the characters interact, even the not so nice characters. As much as I love to hate certain individuals in this book, they are necessary to the story and therefore play an integral role in why I love this book so much. The message of the book isn’t pretty, it isn’t polite, and it definitely isn’t cookie cutter, which is why I love to read this book over and over again.
Everyday I’m going to try to post some photos. Enjoy!
First of all, the idea of there being two of me terrifies the living day lights out of me. I’m a handful, two of me would just be more of me, and that is a terrifying thought indeed. But to answer the question, how would I divide up my responsibilities if there was another me? Well the clone of me would handle my professional life, i.e my job (once I get one of course, in the mean time my clone’s responsibility would be finding a job) and school, and the “real” me would handle housework and spending time with Joe, family, and friends.