The Bell Jar

by Sylvia Plath

This is one of those books I felt like I had to read. It comes up in other readings and as a chick, I guess you're expected to have read it at some point. I went into it believing I wouldn't like it.

I was surprised to find out I actually enjoyed it. Yes, I found myself very irritated with Esther, especially when she acted childish and knew she was doing so. But for the most part, I was struck by how horrible a depression that deep is.

The book reminded me a lot of Salinger, a la Catcher in the Rye. I was surprised to find out that a friend of mine, who is a big fan of Catcher, hates The Bell Jar.

Where do you sit on the Bell Jar fence?

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