I guess Plath affects a lot of teenage girls this way, depicting as she does the sense of isolation and disengagement (and not a little fear) that typifies this time of life, especially for those who are sensitive and often lost in the world of their books. For days afterward, I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl in the novel, and what she went through—for some reason it made me restless, distracted. One morning in class, with Plath on my mind, I suddenly decided that I needed to get up, leave school, and walk home. Home was three miles away.
Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath are my two favorite poets. I believe it is because I am mentally ill too and can relate to their struggles.
