The Bell Jar 

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
☆☆☆☆☆/5

THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016

Genre: Fiction

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing meant losing all the rest, and as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black…

This was my first venture into Plath. Who both lived and died tragically. I have come to understand why young girls start wearing black, extra thick eyeliner, and flock to graveyards while quoting Plath poems. 

This is a beautifully tragic book. Esther Greenwood has it all. The scholarship. The college. The internship in illustrious New York. The grades. And yet, it isn’t enough. She begins to spiral down into the deepest, darkest hole and loses herself in her madness. It is a perfect replica of depression, anxiety, and hitting rock bottom. 

This one did leave off in a happy moment, with Esther set to leave the asylum. So we’ll leave it at that. It is rumored to be autobiographical as Sylvia refused to have it published in the US for fear of her family. A year after she had it published in England, she commited suicide by sticking her head in an oven. Ending her promising life. 

I do recommend this book but know that it is a hard book filled with hard truths.

I wanted to tell her that if only something were wrong with my body it would be fine, I would rather have anything wrong with my body than something wrong with my head, but the idea seemed so involved and werisome that I didn’t say anything. 

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Courage for Beginners

Courage for Beginners by Karen Harrington

☆☆☆☆☆/5
THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016
Genre: YA Fiction

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Now that I am in bed, safe under my soft and warm comforter, I do not want to ever leave. Here is a space where there are no problems. Only the crack in my cealing. That is the only problem. A crack that widens because maybe the house wants to change, too. So there are no problems. Except for the problems you carry in your mind. They creep into your safe space without an invitation. The problem is so stupid there is not even a name for it. Because what do you call that irritating feeling that tells you you’re going to change whether you want to or not? What do you call these invisible things that seem like they are marching towards you and you better get ready?

This was a book about a 12 year old girl. Who became an adult too soon.

Misti likes to talk in narratives and believes that stories will save her.

Misti is your average recently turned 12 year. She’s entering the 7th grade and loses her best (and only) friend to a hipster social experiement. Her dad also suffers from a horrible accident while washing his car (he falls from a tree trying to collect his wash rag) and is hospitalized ‘indefinitely’. And her mother never leaves the house. So Misti takes upon adult responsibilities so that they might survive. She begins to take care of her younger sister, cooking meals, and even going as far as to walk to the grocery store once food begins to get dangerously low. Because her mother suffers from agoraphobia. The only thing that keeps her grounded is hope that her dad will recover. Her stories. And growing up.

Here is a girl in love with the idea that her outside should match her inside. If a guy can change his world with a hat, a girl can change hers with a haircut.

This one struck a cord with me because I was forced to grow up. My little sister is 10 years younger than I and there came a point where my mom stopped leaving her bedroom. For about 3 to 4 years. I had to raise my little sister while the hoarding got out of control. I was responsible for meals, bath times, going to school and getting home to take care of Nik. And this continued well until I managed to escape the hell hole my mother created, which coincidentally, was 7 years ago yesterday. My dad worked so much to ensure that we even had food and amenities. We were poor and we managed. School and reading essentially saved me, but I related alot to Misti and her predicament. And learning to courage to change.

Here is a girl who will learn get to where she needs to go on her own two feet.

I highly recommend this book.

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Let’s Pretend This Never Happened

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened by Jenny Lawson

☆☆☆☆/5
THE GREAT READING BINGE OF 2016
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Genre: Memior

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This book was absolutely hilarious. In a fucked up, morbid kind of way. But she turns her anxiety and depression into something to laugh at.

Jenny recounts the highlights of her childhood from her father being a taxidermist, a dead puppet squirrel, racoons in the bathtub, and delves into adulthood with her husband Victor, multiple miscarriages, and finally having her daughter. This book was filled to the brim with morbid panic stricken recounts and how her cats are serial killers and rapists. Jenny is also a blogger and blogs about her life.

I would highly recommend this book to people in need of a good laugh.

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