I just finished reading Sylvia Plath's "The Bell jar" and I think that I may have found a new fav poet. There is only one poem in the back of the book by her but I loved it. The Bell jar was really similar to Girl Interrupted and I am fascinated by it. It interests me but also makes me sad to think about the women and men who are in facilities that are crazy because they think that people think that they are. When I was reading it was just a normal 20 yr old girl, a little distant from the world. Then about half way she just throws in some thought of fantasizing about death and your like 'whoa where did this come from.' Not that being inside someone' mind who is plummeting is one of my hobbies but it is interesting to see that there was nothing significant to cause it.
At the end of the book it talks about the author's life. I have heard of her before but did not know much about her, actually anything about her. I am glad that I read it and now I am moving on to a little more lighthearted (I hope book) called "The Tales of the City" I am only 3 chapters in but I think I am going to like this. Plus the best part is this is the first of a series. I know I am a dork but it's like I just discovered how GOOD reading is. And then after investing a couple hundred pages into a character I don't want it to end! Sometimes I get pissed about the ending because I thrive for closure. But real life is not always so well compacted. I think the authors get that.
