Book review

In defence of flawed, and sometimes obnoxious, characters (PS this started off as a review of The Bell Jar before it twisted into something else)

The world doesn’t need yet another review of Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar. Especially by a man. I get it. Yet I loved it so much, and so wish I’d been told how vibrant and witty it was earlier, that I was compelled to write this. Perhaps I never read it before because I’ve tended

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