My grandfather passed away this week. It was expected to happen, but not as quickly as it did. My parents were on their way up to see him and he died one hour before they arrived. Mick, G, and I drove up Tuesday afternoon. I was able to finish "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath. In fact, it was the only book I brought which made me mad that I would go a few days without reading, it was difficult. There was a lot going on around me with family and visiting and the funeral, so I thought I wouldn't need to take another book.
Anyway, this book was not what I expected at all. Starts out pretty normal and then turns all wacky. Kind of like a "The Catcher In the Rye" meets "Clockwork Orange" only a girl version. And to make it more depressing, I read that Plath committed suicide a month after this book was published. This book is like the movie "Selena" because it makes you bummed out for no reason.
Hey Ange! I am so sorry to hear about your grandfather :( This is a terrific picture of him; he looks like he was really fun :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I agree, the Bell Jar is super weird. I actually had some guy ask me on the train why I was reading it (as if it was the worst book ever) and I said it was on my list of top 100 reads and he was so shocked and said "Well, I never read depressing books..." Well, la di da...hahaha!