Finished The Bell Jar. It's a semi-autobiographical fiction novel by poet Sylvia Plath, kinda chronicles the main characters descent into madness. Another very interesting book. As someone who deals with depression, it is hard to read at times, the prose is fantastic but the detachment of the author from the main character despite the fact that the character is basically her is frightening to read, especially given the real end to Plath's story. I really loved it. It's hard enough to deal with depression in a vacuum, to have to add that on to all of the other troubles an independent woman in the 50's would face is daunting. She does an incredible job at putting the reader in her state of mind, there's so many times when you just want to jump in and tell her something. The symbolism of being trapped in a jar relating to the way it feels like madness descends and just engulfs you sometimes was very relatable.
From sadness back to anger, We Were Eight Years in Power on deck.

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