The Bell Jar is a semi-autobiographer, which I found out after I finished reading it. Reading a book about depression or someone slowly losing her mind, written by an author who committed suicide at 30 adds a little bit of a chill factor to the whole experience.
I’m not familiar with clinical depression, and probably had been using the word casually over the years without actually understanding what it meant. I guess no one will really know how it feel if you’re not actually going through it. I guess reading books written by someone who went through it, eventhough they may or may not realized it at the moment, provides a little bit of insight in understanding it, just a little bit more.
The book is written quite nicely, and the story ends in a better way than I had expected. Hope you enjoy it too!
Related : Sylvia Plath on Wikipedia