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I cannot even put my finger on why I hated it so much that it took me one month to finish reading it. I found the writing pedantic, a sad, lukewarm copy of Plath's lively, strong, powerful writing.
I also found the chronological disorder very poorly structured and very confusing. The long descriptions fail to capture the reader's eye, and are simply too much.
What is more, I couldn't find Plath � one of my favourite writers - among the pages of this novel, aiming at recreating the jigsaw of Sylvia's last months, before her tragic suicide.