... The Library Bandit wins again!
On December 1, 2012, I posted this... announcing that I was starting The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. Chances are, I borrowed it from the library at least a few days prior to this post.
On March 6, 2013, I finally posted my review. Hey! I was 7 months pregnant and in that looking-at-the-clock-at-8:15-trying-to-decide-if-it's-acceptable-for-a-32-year-old-woman-to-go-to-bed-before-9pm phase. I would lay down in bed, literally g
I was just reading Lorelai The Bell Jar as I tried to get her to fall asleep. Husband said "if we find her with her head in the oven, you know who to blame!" Mother of the year, right here! #baby #sylviaplath #thebelljar
I still have the library's copy of The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath sitting in my car behind the passenger's seat from when we had to read it for the challenge. Almost every day, Husband asks me if I returned it to the library yet... and every day he gets a sheepish look from me. Then he tells me that The Library Policeman is going to come for me. And then I yell "That's not funny! The Library Policeman butt rapes you if you don't return your book!" And then he gi
So, as you all know, I've been trudging through The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath for some time now (I don't even want to go back and look at what date the intro for this book was posted... I'm just going to be embarrassed). It's not that I dislike Sylvia Plath... it's just that it's really hard to read the journals of someone as troubled as her without being in "the mood" (and by "the mood", I mean without a razor blade and a bottle of cheap gin at your side). And it
The Frisky did an article continuing the discussion of the absolute absurdity of the cover design of the 50th anniversary edition of The Bell Jar.
I love this depiction of the cover art over the years and how it rates on the kitten-to-suicide scale. #sylviaplath #thebelljar
This article really chaps my ass. Not the article itself... Jennifer Wright of The Gloss is a goddess and hits the nail on the head (as always). The topic itself has riled me up to unimaginable levels.
Seriously... how can you read The Bell Jar (or anything by Sylvia Plath, for that matter) and think a pretty woman doing her makeup in a mirror is an appropriate depiction of her story?
http://www.thegloss.com/2013/01/24/culture/sylvia-plath/ #sylviaplath #thebelljar
In celebration of the 50th anniversary of The Bell Jar, I hereby re-commit to finishing your unabridged journals. I know I've been slacking lately. But you have to understand, it's hard enough plowing through the innermost thoughts of anyone. Nevermind the inner thoughts of an 18 year old who would soon be seen as one of the world's biggest Eeyores.
However, you deserve my attention. If for no other reason than because Amy Sherman-Palladino says so.
I recently discovered that Sylvia Plath wrote a poem called Lorelei. How is that for a Black, White & Read connection!? A little backstory before you read the poem on the origin of the name Lorelei/Lorelai. The Lorelei is actually a large rock that sits on the eastern bank of the Rhine river (at the narrowest point). A very strong current and rocks below the waterline have caused many sailors to crash amongst her rocks. In addition, this hazardous rock has sparked forklor