The Bell Jar | By Sylvia Plath
Not a book that I would pick up on my own volition, it was recommended to me. I started reading The Bell Jar with the expectation that (based on the recommendation) it was “really fucked up.” So of course I went and bought that shit up. It’s not often that a book comes with that kind of statement. I read half of the book and nothing remotely fucked up had happened yet. As far as I could tell I was reading a story about a basic bitch in the fifties… This book almost went over