The Help

I am about 3/4 the way through reading The Help. The voice in my head (you know when you're thinking to yourself... Not like crazy voices- I've never had those, oookay.) now speaks with the accent of a southern black woman from the early 1960's. It's in my dreams now too.

It's like this:
"Im used to working for young couples, but I spec this is the smallest house I ever worked in. It's just one story. Her and Mister Leefolt's room in the back be a fair size, but Baby Girl's room be tiny. The dining room and the regular living room kind a join up. Only two bathrooms, which is a relief cause I worked in houses where they was five or six. Take a whole day just to clean toilets. Miss Lefolt don't pay but ninety-five cents a hour, less than I been paid in years." - The Help, pg 4.

Funny how a few days ago when I started the book I had to read real slow just to understand it and get the words in the right order, my brain wanting to autocorrect. Now I can talk it in my dreams!