The Bell Jar

Wish I would have read this in highschool alongside Catcher. Avoided it for the longest time because of the stereotypes around the people who adore Sylvia Plath. I regret it. I adore Sylvia Plath.

I went in expecting some purple prose about psychotic breaks and their historical mistreatment, and I got that. What I didn't expect was the wealth of charm, wit, and dark humor flavoring the experience. The amount of personality that shines through is stunning, and for every line that made me laugh out, I found parallel heartache at the loss of such an agonizingly relatable human.

“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”