Anne

As a native of western North Carolina, reading Thirteen Moons was like a trip home. I could see myself walking the woodland paths of my youth, smelling the earthy odors of wet moss and crushed evergreens, and hearing the crackle of oak leaves underfoot. I heard the voice of my elders, speaking in a different time and place, when life moved at a slower pace.

Thirteen Moons left me homesick for youth and my beloved mountains. It left me yearning for Will Patten's voice. It made me book a flight home.

It's on the top of my "recommended reading" list.

I did not expect to like this book and am usually gun shy of "best sellers." They rarely live up to my expectations. This book was a pleasing exception.

I am a child of the not so 'gentile' South and a child of the 60's. I lived through intergration. My family did not have "Help" but Aibileen could have been my Grannie's best friend, "Aunt Rose," who loved me like I was one of her own and prayed for me until the day she died. Thank you for reminding me of the best and the worst of my Southern roots.

I could not wait for the end of this book, and hated to come to the end. That is my hallmark for a "must read".

I must have read a different book than most of this volume's reviewers. After three faltering starts, I forced myself to finish, hoping I would discover the book that caused other reviewers to proclaim it "excellent." The author has offered up in Pap Finn, a psychopathic personality that is beyond redemption. So is the book. Skip it. You'll be glad you did. "I know it."