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.
Questing Cwen 