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4.33 AVERAGE
4.33 AVERAGE
challenging
informative
reflective
slow-paced
non-fiction, autobiographical journal entries, diary format; sylvia’s life, literature and poetry
dark
emotional
reflective
slow-paced
every word of her is like a punch in the gut of realisation like the way she describes, her ability to describe those feelings i feel yet didn't realise is so beautiful. truly truly love her
challenging
dark
emotional
inspiring
reflective
sad
medium-paced
informative
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Hard to rate personal journals, but what an insight into Plath.
i skipped the appendices, but it's finally done! 🥲 This was SUPER hard to get through, because I tried reading it like it was a novel. It was dull in some parts (sorry Sylvia), but some parts were incredibly relatable.
The language of the book is too difficult to comprehend, also I wasn’t able to discover any interests for part I covered. Yes, it could have been an interesting book, but at this moment, forcing myself to read is too much to take for. So maybe some other time.
reflective
slow-paced
"She (Woolf) works off her depression over rejections [...] (I can hardly believe that the big ones get rejected, too!) by cleaning out the kitchen. Bless her. I feel my life linked to her, somehow. I love her. [...] But her suicide, I felt I was reduplicating in that black summer of 1953. Only I couldn't drown. I suppose I'll always be over-vulnerable, slightly paranoid. But I'm also so damn healthy and resilient."
I felt this because I relate to Plath just the way she relates to Woolf. Sylvia inspires me so much, in her I find insight and strength. I couldn't have made the progress I made without her journals, I wouldn't have started writing the way I have without her, I wouldn't have grown the way I did. It took me several stages of my life to get through her journals, so I could finish it in a better place, yet relate to her in my darkest moments. I owe her so much, and I'm utterly sad about what happened to her in the end, I'm angry at Ted Hughes because she deserved better, and I'm ultimately grateful for Sylvia and the way her writing still reaches the world.
I felt this because I relate to Plath just the way she relates to Woolf. Sylvia inspires me so much, in her I find insight and strength. I couldn't have made the progress I made without her journals, I wouldn't have started writing the way I have without her, I wouldn't have grown the way I did. It took me several stages of my life to get through her journals, so I could finish it in a better place, yet relate to her in my darkest moments. I owe her so much, and I'm utterly sad about what happened to her in the end, I'm angry at Ted Hughes because she deserved better, and I'm ultimately grateful for Sylvia and the way her writing still reaches the world.
dark
emotional
reflective
tense
medium-paced