Interesting peering into the warped mind of an adolecent girl.

This is the first book in awhile that I’ve only taken a day to consume. It was beautiful; especially because right now this quote resonates:

“Wherever I sat – on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok – I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”

The Bell Jar is absolutely my favorite book of all time. I have read it three times in the last 4 years.

Well the bell jar started innocuosly enough, but then grew on me. This book led me to confront what i describe as my madness. We all have a mad person inside us, the trick is to not let it control us. So many of us, like the protagonist, are vulnerable to our own implulses and darkness and prisoners of our own thoughts. We have to recognize the signs and deal with them before they consume us completely. This turned out to be a journey into my own mind, and ultimatley my existance. I am glad i got an opportunity to recognize the signs before being consumed by them. This book also forced me to look at things with a different (read real) perspective rather than wishing and pretending that they were different.