Everything I Know About Love: Now a Major BBC One Series

When I was 17 I read the Bell Jar, and I thought no one had ever understood me like Sylvia Plath understood me. I don't think I've felt that in a book since until now, at 28, I read Everything I Know About Love. In the final chapter when she whipped out the Plath fig tree quote that I thought about daily for all of my early twenties and still rattles around my brain at 3am occasionally I nearly keeled over and died right there and then. Deceased. Dolly Alderton gets it.