On our journey to the east coast a couple of months ago, I packed my bag with novels of mystery and cheap suspense thrill. Aubrie's selection: the current hot pick some argue is on track to hold its own among the library of American classics-- The Help , written by Kathryn Stockett . When I inquired into the plot of this supposed chef d'oeuvre , Aubrie explained: "It's about maids." Somehow that sounded less than riveting to me, though her fingers flipped the pages so madly that it was clear there was something about the book she couldn't resist. Thus, when her birthday rolled around last month, I decided to end our celebration with a viewing of the film version of this soon to be classic "about maids"---partially because I was confident she would enjoy it, partially because I was so curious to find out what could be so enthralling about such a storyline. And, I admit that I, too, became wound up in this tale of racial bigotry, rare compassion, an...