Esther Greenwood was such a exceptional character. Talented, unique, fiercely independant and brilliant, but a tad bit off. Overly perceptive and indulgent of others, Esther finds herself trapped inside the asphyxiating bell jar, like a lab rat under close observation. Following her sedate collapse was as real an experience as if I were caving in myself.
What I admired most about the story was how Esther's life options were mirrored in the lives of everyone she knows. All her different possibilities for what could be or what could have been are fleshed out in the supporting characters, and ultimately, Esther's path is all her own. And the metaphors and imagery Plath weaves into the novel are to die for. I could truly fill up an entire notebook with quotes.
I should probably stop gushing now. Beautiful writing, arresting narrative, and precariously relevant to my life as a nineteen-year-old college student aspiring to make a life out of words. Oh Sylvia, guide me in your awesome writing ways!
Curse those damn gas ovens. Sigh..
Therefore, I am going to make a resolution that is both realistic (seriously, you can't help all the puppies in the world) and highly specific (living healthier? what does that even mean?), one that relies solely on myself (and not on some elusive 'true love' to come knocking on my doorstep).
By the start of April, I resolve to have a solid 25,000 words written. I resolve not to hate or delete what I write. I resolve to create a writing schedule which fits both my class and work schedule, one that I can stick to and (preferably) allows for a few hours of sleep each night. This would make me happy. *Smiles*
Goodnight dreamers and writers and readers.
XO
Currently listening to: Dead American Writers- Tired Pony
