Sylvia Plath always does something to me, what is that something you may ask? She hits home. Her blunt, honest and confessional writing in this book made me FEEL emotional in a way that no writer or poet could make anyone feel. She single handedly will take you through the mind of someone so disconnected in the most accurate “nail on the head” bluntness that no one seems to do nowadays. I felt Esther’s pain and sorrow vividly.
There are obvious content and trigger warnings in this book, read with caution. Sylvia does not sugar coat, the vivid account of Esther’s slow destruction isn’t for the faint of heart. However, it is tragic, uncomfortable and exactly what depression looks, sounds and FEELS like on a daily basis.
Esther had everything and felt she had nothing. She’s a strong, quick witted and methodical. It’s incredible how Plath doesn’t hold back as I, myself, would have no courage to write the way she does.
This book is art. This book is pain. This book is the greatest works of art. I do not say this lightly. This book needs to be on your bucket list.
This book is haunting as it is beautiful. I’m not going to summarize this book- but what I will say in the simplest of terms is that you must read it. If you want to feel aghast with a slight sense of dread, you should read this book. Oscar Wilde is a genius.