I am nearly finished and just need to let out a sigh...not of relief - just a sigh! What a beautiful way with words the wonderful Ms Plath has. She reminds me of Virginia Woolf, whom I understand was one of Sylvia's favorite writers. Very unfortunate that they both died by their own hands.
I have been dissecting this book little by little, one bite at a time. It is one of those books that I cannot speed through. I want to experience every word. I want to visualize the picturesque settings that she speaks about so richly.
Initally, I thought reading through someone's journal may become slightly boring. I must also admit that after the first couple of pages I thought this was going to be a diary reliving some of the more mundane events in the writers world. "I woke up and had bacon and eggs for breakfast' kind of thing. In some ways I also felt like the voyeur peeping through someones window. but in the end it is what it is, a journal about the hopes, dreams, fears and turning points in a woman's life that helped to mold her into a brilliant poet and writer.