Sylvia Plath, October 27, 1932 to February 11, 1963

I first read Sylvia Plath my junior or senior year of high school. I bought the Bell Jar at a second-hand book shop and was transformed. I do not know what happened to me. I do not remember everything that happened in the book. But I know that I felt something when I read it and that forever changed me.

I felt connected to the world around me, and it was terrifying.

Here was a voice that I could latch on to. Here was a story of a woman so lost that the could only try to fly in order to find herself again. I could take flight with her and in the end I understood that I was not like the others around me. That life was going to be a fight.

In memory of Sylvia Plath, who died this day fifty-one years ago at the age of 30.



About PenniCash

A single mother and educator, often tired and on an MMO when able. I think too much, sleep too little, and always hold onto that tomorrow is a fresh day. View all posts by PenniCash

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