The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

By cosmicChair98

I picked this up mostly because people keep asking for it, and I really didn’t know anything going in. I’m a bit past halfway and I’m pretty sure I’m not going to keep reading. It’s not that it isn’t good or well written—more that it feels way too real to me. The whole thing is about depression and how the people around you either don’t get it or won’t try to understand what you’re going through. Also, it’s a fictional memoir about Sylvia Plath and her own struggles, so I wasn’t totally expecting it to hit so hard. I’m in a decent place right now, but one paragraph briefly pulled me right back to the worse headspace, and that kind of freaked me out. The book is lovely, though. Maybe I’ll come back to it later… just not now.