Return to Plathland
Like many depressed, agitated, inward-looking girls, I found Sylvia Plath in high school and immediately felt seen. The Bell Jar articulated certain agonies I’d been unable to express, and I soon found myself reading Crossing the Water in Animal Behavior when I was supposed to be studying the anatomy of small amphibians and writing lots of grim, Plath-i…
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