Reading (well, listening to) this was extremely weird and fascinating at the same time.

A real pot-boiler! Certainly, this is a dense collection insofar as it is highly evocative of a time, a place, a woman in crisis -- her emotions, thoughts, conflicts roar off the page into a reader's heart. Anyone curious about Sylvia Plath as not only a poet, but a woman of the 50s, and perhaps as a feminist icon or a psychological study will be sorely mistaken not to delve into this collection. Plath was a phenomenal woman of the past mid-century, and such a loss to the literary world. Her journals read in such a way that one feels as if receiving insight and the very personal secrets of a close friend -- a friend celebrating the highs of life as well as the darkest depths of despair. Reading this collection, I realize that journaling is a literary form in its own right, and no matter how desperately Plath wanted to become a celebrated prose writer, it is her journal-writing as well as her poetry which made her name, and rightly so. She was an incredible writer, and a remarkable woman of the 20th Century.

what a ride

Gotta love this woman.