I started this book simply because it's frequently asked for by customers. I didn't know anything about it. I'm a little past the halfway point and I've decided not to continue. Not because it's not good or well written, but because it hits too close to home. This book is all about depression and how the people around you dont understand or refuse to understand what is going on with you. This book is a fictional memior about Sylvia Plath, as well, telling about about her own experiences and struggles. While I'm finally in a good space right now, a particular paragraph briefly sent me back to the other space. And that is scary.
It's a lovely book and maybe one day I'll finish it, but I suppose just not now.