Plath’s writing has been a source of comfort for me since my teenage years: universally relatable and beautifully descriptive. The difficult part of reading anything written by her is the fact that we know how she died and its shadow lingers in my mind. There are times when it was heartbreaking to see her foreshadow her own future in many journal entries. Despite this, I admire Plath for her resilience and intellect. I choose to celebrate her writing and am grateful to discover the books. It has reignited my love for writing and I have been writing more. Plath’s journal allows me to see Plath’s methodical revisions and the thoughtful ways she crafted her work as well as expressing her rich emotional life.
A book to cherish indeed.