No. No. No. I'm sorry for the fans but in attempt to appear as near to young audiences and all, I think this is what made this book terribly boring foNo. No. No. I'm sorry for the fans but in attempt to appear as near to young audiences and all, I think this is what made this book terribly boring for me. The lack of literary language and depth.
I couldn't finish this. I got stuck at page 12. I will mark this as read just as a reminder to never pick this up again.
I'm sorry I have to give it the same rate as Fifty Shades of Grey, mainly because this is far more decent than this even considering its mediocrity... but I just couldn't.
I am not too convinced that I will ever finish this.
Yes, I got to the last page but I feel very strongly about the idea that you never can finish a poI am not too convinced that I will ever finish this.
Yes, I got to the last page but I feel very strongly about the idea that you never can finish a poetry book. Especially one as Plath's where every poem tells a story you could always find something new in.
I struggled a lot to finish it because of the vocabulary. It's polished and many of its words were unknown to me. The idea of reading it in chronoogical order shows her progression, and at least allows you to understand more if what you're seeking is a biographic approach.
I've never seen poetry like this, and I don't think I will ever be able to. Plath has always been a figure that went too noticed, given her personal life, but you can't stop there and deny the talent. ...more
**spoiler alert** For me it was enjoyable, perfectly disorganized in a way, and a very good approach to her mentality as a writer.
This book is not a**spoiler alert** For me it was enjoyable, perfectly disorganized in a way, and a very good approach to her mentality as a writer.
This book is not a kind of lecture everyone will enjoy. Not even those who are used to Plath's work. It has the same darkness than her poetry but even more raw and with the feet on the ground, closer to everyday's life.
A strange insight in the life of a troubled universitary student. Her whole familiar scene is broken, her hopes are shattered one by one.The ironic comments and her natural cynism about the world and the persons that surround her were something I could relate to, even laugh... with this kind of "sad laugh", because it hurts but at the same time it's true, you are amazed at how well she can put it. It's true that some minds are just misunderstood, it's true that we all search for forgiveness in one way or another, it's true that the pressures from society concerning what to do with your private and academic life can destroy you, it's true that there's pain you never are able to heal..
Plath wasn't playing the depressed person, she was extremely depressed, she was suicidal.
Most of people tend to forget this, the reader shouldn't even expect a happy narration after getting the meaning of the title. Esther's ~bell jar~ was her prison. The prison society put her into for thinking differently, for wanting to be different, for wanting to be herself. And even worse, tagging her as a living failure that never would be able to get out from her misery. Her bell jar is the prison she had to build to protect herself and that sometimes failed.
Do not expect a realistic, chronologically paced novel. Expect madness, expect disorder, expect sudden memories coming at you like flashing lights. ...more