No matter what you hope, the Plath story always ends the same way, sad, sad, sad, with her two small children upstairs in their bedroom with a tray of bread and milk and their mother downstairs in the kitchen breathing the deadly fumes from the gas oven. Images from the well done bio film with Gwyneth Paltrow keep floating up in front of my eyes this morning.
I turned the house upside-down looking for my paperback copy of The Bell Jar last night. Might need a quick trip to the library today.
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Hi Christine-
I'm rereading Follet's Pillars of the Earth. I like it even more the second time.
I am interested in that book myself, but it is intimidating. I'm afraid I'd start it and never finish it.
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