Based upon my comments on this blog about The Help, I received a complimentary copy of The Wench from the publisher. I find that I am weirdly embarrassed to be reading a book called "The Wench". It reminds me of my teenage years when I read bodice busters like The Flame and the Flower. It's one thing to be reading such stuff when you are 17-years old, but now I'm . . . well, never mind how old I am.
The point here is to clarify my opinion about The Help. The Help is to reading as Cheetos are to dining. It is easy to mindlessly rip your way through both products. But with respect to both, you can do better.
Guess I'll see how things go with The Wench.