Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar has been sitting on my bookshelf for a few years, but I never took the time to read it. Last week, however, in the midst of personal strangeness, I picked it up. I have not finished a book in probably over a year, which says something about the haphazard direction my life is taking because I used to always have a book
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