A review by maisonmarsiela
Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen

2.0

i went into this book hoping it would impact me in the same way that sylvia plath’s the bell jar did - unfortunately, it did not. i was expecting something emotional and heartfelt, but overall the writing felt very impersonal and cold, despite it being a memoir - i found it to be dry, disjointed, and lacking depth. it was more of a collection of vignettes from susanna’s time at mclean than a commentary on her experience with mental illness - which is fine, but not what i had been anticipating. i thought the ‘my diagnosis’ chapter was beautifully done though - insightful and personal, what i had hoped the whole book would be