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The Bell Jar
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Too hard-hitting, this book was just too hard-hitting.
The words snaked their hands inside my body, clutched the soul and shook it all over.
We see degradation of a completely, perfectly able woman's mind just because she didn't feel satisfied at being confined within a system. She wanted an escape but also felt guilty at the same time for leaving behind her duties and responsibilities. It made her feel neglected, ousted, crazy and eventually turned her into that person. I don't know if beautiful is the right word for it's writing because it is full of imageries of morbidity and decay but it so beautifully and wonderfully expresses the process of a deteriorating brain and crumbling of the American dream. You can feel it in the words, you can almost breathe it in.
I felt tormented from inside just thinking about how much would a woman have suffered in her lifetime to pen down something like this?
Reading this book pained me, made me ache in several places but it was most welcome. I'm glad to have shared a part of your agony, Plath, you're beautiful.
The words snaked their hands inside my body, clutched the soul and shook it all over.
We see degradation of a completely, perfectly able woman's mind just because she didn't feel satisfied at being confined within a system. She wanted an escape but also felt guilty at the same time for leaving behind her duties and responsibilities. It made her feel neglected, ousted, crazy and eventually turned her into that person. I don't know if beautiful is the right word for it's writing because it is full of imageries of morbidity and decay but it so beautifully and wonderfully expresses the process of a deteriorating brain and crumbling of the American dream. You can feel it in the words, you can almost breathe it in.
I felt tormented from inside just thinking about how much would a woman have suffered in her lifetime to pen down something like this?
Reading this book pained me, made me ache in several places but it was most welcome. I'm glad to have shared a part of your agony, Plath, you're beautiful.
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Quotes Anushka Liked
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.
"Oh, sure you know," the photographer said.
"She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.”
― The Bell Jar
"Oh, sure you know," the photographer said.
"She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.”
― The Bell Jar
“To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I'd cry for a week.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn't believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
“So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
Reading Progress
October 19, 2016
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October 20, 2016
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October 20, 2016
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October 23, 2016
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October 23, 2016
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October 23, 2016
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October 23, 2016
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classics
October 23, 2016
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