Talk about a dark creature...right after those two cheerful and light stories by Jackson, I decide to re-read The Bell Jar (one of my all time favorites) and then become obsessed with finding out more about Plath (I even borrowed Sylvia and watched part of that DVD) Too lame, I turned it off. Plus, Tim came home and saw me watching it and I was embarassed (probably the real reason I turned it off, haha) ANYWAY...
I basically just skimmed through this book (stopping at the random drawings and parts that caught my attention - the book is HUGE) and combined that with obsessive googling about Plath and her family and life full of depression. Talk about a buzz kill. I don't know why things like this get me obsessed. It's dark, it's depressing, it's sad and a shame and messed up and I can't stop looking for MORE just like it. Eventually, I got tired of driving around with the book staring up at me from the floor of the passenger seat of my car and I took it back to the library. I swear, if the FBI ever did an investigation and combined the things I check out from the library/google/secretly flip through at Borders, they would lock me up. Or, heavily medicate me.
Nah, I'm just being melodramatic.
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