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A review by kaylaacakes
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
5.0
“But I wasn't getting married. There ought, I thought, to be
a ritual for being born twice—patched, retreaded and approved
for the road”
I wish I had read this when I was 16, but I’m also grateful I didn’t. I’ve seen this book recommended all over but had never looked into it until picking it up, going in blind, and finishing it in less than 24 hours. I don’t know what I expected but it was not a raw and very much real view of feelings I fear every young woman experiences. I was so enthralled by the story and once finished I read several essays about it, and was shocked to learn the author had ended her own life shortly after writing this. While this was published in 1963 the parallels of the issues then and the issues women face now and entirely too similar. Being overwhelmed with the view of many people who think women should be married and have babies and serve men is still so prevalent unfortunately. I am so glad I read this when I was in a mentally stable place in my life and not the unstable teenager who felt that life was pointless.
a ritual for being born twice—patched, retreaded and approved
for the road”
I wish I had read this when I was 16, but I’m also grateful I didn’t. I’ve seen this book recommended all over but had never looked into it until picking it up, going in blind, and finishing it in less than 24 hours. I don’t know what I expected but it was not a raw and very much real view of feelings I fear every young woman experiences. I was so enthralled by the story and once finished I read several essays about it, and was shocked to learn the author had ended her own life shortly after writing this. While this was published in 1963 the parallels of the issues then and the issues women face now and entirely too similar. Being overwhelmed with the view of many people who think women should be married and have babies and serve men is still so prevalent unfortunately. I am so glad I read this when I was in a mentally stable place in my life and not the unstable teenager who felt that life was pointless.