The Bell Jar (Modern Classics)
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The bell jar is now easily my favorite book ever. Sylvia Plath. The writer you are! It’s hard for a book to truly make you feel something, but this book moved me. I felt her heart ache, pain of isolation, and loneliness. No one can write this detailed about depression and suicidal without having gone through it themselves. Throughout the book you understand her feelings it’s like reading her actual real life thoughts. I’ve always struggled with my mental health and being about to read so detailed about someone struggling with there’s was like coming up for air. She understood what it meant to have your thoughts control you and her life choices. The writing was incredibly. Throughout the book you see how women were treated and discredited back in the day. It’s so sad that the struggles she faces YEARSSSSS AGOOO are ones women today still do to. It was a slow read more character development than plot development. But at the end of the book it left me speechless. This book made me feel something much. I will say it was a bit racist and I don’t want to ignore that. Sylvia Plath could’ve easily left those comments out, but she choice to include them and I don’t want to promote the book without mentioning that. It was uncalled for and unfortunate. For me it didn’t take away for the book or from her struggles with mental health. I feel like with being a person of color from the south, sadly I’m used to the slight racist comments from others. Favorite Quotes: •I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy •The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence. It was my own silence. •The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it. •To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream. •I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. •I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. •The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom. •The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower. •Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. So many more!
Beschreibung
Beiträge
The bell jar is now easily my favorite book ever. Sylvia Plath. The writer you are! It’s hard for a book to truly make you feel something, but this book moved me. I felt her heart ache, pain of isolation, and loneliness. No one can write this detailed about depression and suicidal without having gone through it themselves. Throughout the book you understand her feelings it’s like reading her actual real life thoughts. I’ve always struggled with my mental health and being about to read so detailed about someone struggling with there’s was like coming up for air. She understood what it meant to have your thoughts control you and her life choices. The writing was incredibly. Throughout the book you see how women were treated and discredited back in the day. It’s so sad that the struggles she faces YEARSSSSS AGOOO are ones women today still do to. It was a slow read more character development than plot development. But at the end of the book it left me speechless. This book made me feel something much. I will say it was a bit racist and I don’t want to ignore that. Sylvia Plath could’ve easily left those comments out, but she choice to include them and I don’t want to promote the book without mentioning that. It was uncalled for and unfortunate. For me it didn’t take away for the book or from her struggles with mental health. I feel like with being a person of color from the south, sadly I’m used to the slight racist comments from others. Favorite Quotes: •I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy •The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence. It was my own silence. •The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it. •To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream. •I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. •I couldn’t see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to. •The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of storeys, you might still be alive when you hit bottom. •The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower. •Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. So many more!