The Bell Jar

I was binge watching ‘The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel' for the second time, when I came across the dialog, “....here's the number of a psychiatrist, he helped my friend Sylvia Plath.” I turned my neck from the tiny screen of my mobile phone over to the shelf full of unread books and thought of giving this one another go.
Strangely enough, it was like Mrs. Maisel. At times we can see her building up a joke. It's smart, witty, honest, sarcastic and honey-coated with feminism all over; until the first half. I'd like to review this book as 2 parts. The first half is all wit and funny as hell, whereas for the 2nd half her mental health issues piggy-back over it, and at times fun takes the backseat.
When faced with the choice of going to the fur show or Coney Island, Esther chooses to

lie in the bed as long as she wanted to and then go to Central Park and spend the day lying in the grass,.... in the duck-ponded wilderness

was a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones

After 19 years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race

I know my baby wasn't like that...... like those awful people, those awful people at the hospital. I knew you'd decide to be alright again