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A review by abbyluvsfrogs444
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
5.0
again, five stars. sylvia plath's words shoot straight to my soul. a piece of literature has never helped me feel more seen and understood. i could say a bazillion things about this book but it would take too long so i'll just drop my favorite quotes.
"Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. It felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
"The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it."
"I saw the years of my life spaced along a road on the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires tangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth."
"I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it."
"I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air."
"A bad dream.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
A bad dream."
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am."
"Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. It felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
"The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it."
"I saw the years of my life spaced along a road on the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires tangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth."
"I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it."
"I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air."
"A bad dream.
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
A bad dream."
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart.
I am, I am, I am."