This is another novel which I read after reading about the author.
I never heard of Sylvia Plath but somehow her information showed up when I was searching for some other piece. I immediately checked the Wiki link, and decided to take this up next.
This is a small book, and I completed it pretty quickly.
The book is a good read as it is a semi-autobiographical novel. The whole story revolves around the thoughts and experiences of Esther, and doesn't boast of a conversationalist style that novels generally have. There is no plot as the whole narrative doesn't fit as a story, and should be treated like a personal diary or a journal of a mature person who looks at the world from a different lens.
I believe there are some people in this world who are so amazing, and they have an entirely different view of looking at things. It is sad that sometimes they are so driven by their own thoughts that they don't realize that their being present makes this world a better place.
I hope Sylvia could have written more, and we've definitely
I just couldn't complete this piece without mentioning her poem "Mad Girl's Love Song" because this can be written only by a person who is in perfect sense, and so sensitive to everything happening around her/him. Here is the poem:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I'm not a big fan of poems but I'm going to remember this one forever.
Love
I never heard of Sylvia Plath but somehow her information showed up when I was searching for some other piece. I immediately checked the Wiki link, and decided to take this up next.
This is a small book, and I completed it pretty quickly.
The book is a good read as it is a semi-autobiographical novel. The whole story revolves around the thoughts and experiences of Esther, and doesn't boast of a conversationalist style that novels generally have. There is no plot as the whole narrative doesn't fit as a story, and should be treated like a personal diary or a journal of a mature person who looks at the world from a different lens.
I believe there are some people in this world who are so amazing, and they have an entirely different view of looking at things. It is sad that sometimes they are so driven by their own thoughts that they don't realize that their being present makes this world a better place.
I hope Sylvia could have written more, and we've definitely
I just couldn't complete this piece without mentioning her poem "Mad Girl's Love Song" because this can be written only by a person who is in perfect sense, and so sensitive to everything happening around her/him. Here is the poem:
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I'm not a big fan of poems but I'm going to remember this one forever.
Love
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