#28 — The Bell Jar

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Rating: 5/5
  • I first read this book in middle school when I was an angsty preteen; while I remember loving it then, I realized I missed a lot of things the first time around after re-reading it as an adult
  • Although written in the 1950s, it reads as a modern contemporary novel. If you didn’t really think about it too much, it would be easy to assume that the book was written recently (except that people used landline telephones and wrote letters, went to finishing schools, and lived in dorm-like apartments that were female-only and came furnished with adult supervision)
  • The descent into madness feels all too real, is completely plausible, and totally relatable, even if you don’t suffer from mental illness — although scary, the one thing I didn’t remember but now appreciate is that when Plath isn’t being scary, she can be pretty funny