I didn’t really understand it. I still read the whole book thinking at the end maybe I would understand. I guess it just is mental illness awareness? I don’t know, I didn’t understand it much. I understood what was going on and the storyline but I just don’t understand the significance. I guess that’s life though.

A frightening telling of descent into madness & possible return to health. Truly scary. It’s sad to be left with no resolution, but, perhaps realistic.

I don’t know?

I very much enjoyed this book. I felt as though it spoke to me and it was a beautiful piece except the only problem is that it is littered in racist and homophobic descriptions of characters.

Something real.

I read The Bell Jar some forty odd years ago and also read Sylvia Plath’s other works. After this “re-reading” I discerned a deeper theme. I had a more mature, emotionally connected reaction than I did at a much younger age.

Really made me want to cry for her because aren’t we all just a little bit insane and don’t we all need just a little bit of an asylum in our lives?