Book review: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, 1963

“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York”. Is there a better opening line to a novel? It wasn’t until towards the end of this book, when the narrator, Esther Greenwood, has electro-convulsive therapy as part of her treatment for severeContinue reading “Book review: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, 1963”