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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath | Sylvia Plath
First U.S. Publication A major literary event--the complete, uncensored journals of Sylvia Plath, published in their entirety for the first time. Sylvia Plath's journals were originally published in 1982 in a heavily abridged version authorized by Plath's husband, Ted Hughes. This new edition is an exact and complete transcription of the diaries Plath kept during the last twelve years of her life. Sixty percent of the book is material that has never before been made public, more fully revealing the intensity of the poet's personal and literary struggles, and providing fresh insight into both her frequent desperation and the bravery with which she faced down her demons. The complete Journals of Sylvia Plath is essential reading for all who have been moved and fascinated by Plath's life and work. From the Trade Paperback edition.
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Why should you read Sylvia Plath? Watch this TED-Ed video - https://youtu.be/wCWl8ZIgCHk

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#YouSay many things in journals that no one else ever sees. Maybe someone could have helped her, I know depression wasn‘t acknowledged then like it is today. I hope you will listen to the song!! It‘s so inspirational and uplifting!

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.”

I‘m including a crisis hotline link in case anyone out there needs it. ❤️

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I'm gonna share some quotes from this book.
So here they are:

¶ ...All is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night… ¶

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Aashkaar Women have lust, too. Why should they be relegated to the position of custodian of emotions, watcher of infants, feeder of soul, body and pride of man? Being a woman is my awful tragedy. 1mo
Aashkaar •I don‘t see how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you‘re young you‘re so self-reliant. You don‘t even need much religion. 1mo
Aashkaar •Girls, girls everywhere, reading books. Intent faces flesh, pink, white, yellow. And I sit here without identity: faceless.• 1mo
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Aashkaar ¶ I have to exercise my memory in little feats just so I can stay in this damn wonderful place which I love and hate with all my heart. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Perhaps that‘s why I want to be everyone – so no one can blame me for being I. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ He has led you up behind the fraternity house to a clearing in the pines overlooking the city. The perfect place to discuss god and life. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ And you hate him because he has deprived you of that: walks and aloneness. And you hate him because he is a boy. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ She screams and rapidly puts lipstick on her own lips. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ At the traditional age of sixteen, you found out that a kiss was not as distasteful as once imagined. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a weariness, a longing for a shoulder to sleep on, a pair of arms to curl up in – and a lack of that now. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ That starts you feeling a little sorry. You won‘t ever see her again. She won‘t even remember you. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I wanted to scream out in helpless fury at the hopeless inevitable going on of seconds, days and years. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Will I never rest in sunlight again – slow, languid & golden with peace? ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Aloneness and selfness are too important to betray for company. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ If I did not have this time to be myself, to write here, to be alone, I would somehow, inexplicably, lose a part of my integrity. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ You‘d much rather read anything but what you have to, but you do have to, and you will, although you‘ve already wasted two hours writing stream-of-consciousness stuff in here when your stream isn‘t even much to brag about, after all. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Then bed, and again the luxury of the dark. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ What is more tedious than boy-girl episodes? Nothing; yet there is no tedium that will be recorded so eternally. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I don‘t believe in God as a kind father in the sky. I don‘t believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ It seems to me more than ever that I am a victim of introspection. If I have not the power to put myself in the place of other people, but must be continually burrowing inward. I shall never be the magnanimous creative person I wish to be. Yet I am hypnotized by the workings of the individual, alone, and am continually using myself as a specimen. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Why am I obsessed with the idea I can justify myself by getting manuscripts published? Is it an escape – an excuse for any social failure – so I can say “No, I don‘t go out for many extra-curricular activities, but I spent a lot of time writing.” Or is it an excuse for wanting to be alone and mediate alone, not having to brave a group of women? (Women in numbers have always disturbed me) 1mo
Aashkaar (Cont'd->). Do I like to write? Why? About what? Will I give up and say “living and feeding a man‘s insatiable guts and begetting children occupies my whole life, don‘t have time to write?” Or will I stick to my damn stuff and practice? Read and think and practice? I am worried about thinking. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ So I am led to one or two choices. Can I write? Will I write if I practice enough? How much should I sacrifice to writing anyway, before I find out if I‘m any good?” ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I am afraid that the physical sensuousness of marriage will lull and soothe to inactive lethargy my desire to work outside the realm of my mate – might make me “lose myself in him,” as I said before, and thereby lose the need to write as I would lose the need to escape. Very simple.” ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Victimized by sex is the human race. Animals, the fortunate lower beasts, go into heat. Then they are through with the thing, while we poor lustful humans, caged by mores, chained by circumstance, writhe and agonize with the appalling and demanding fire licking always at our loins. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Can‘t stop thinking I am just beginning. In 10 years I will be 30 and not ancient and maybe good. Hope. Prospects. Work, though, and I love it. Delivering babies. Maybe even both kinds. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶` Face it, kid, you‘ve had a hell of lot of good breaks. No Elizabeth Taylor, maybe. No child Hemingway, but God, you are growing up. In other words, you‘ve come a long way from the ugly introvert you were only five years ago. Pats on the back in order? OK. Tan, tall, blondish, not half bad. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ The end was coition, physically. But I wasn‘t having any of that. I was being pragmatic. I felt like being kissed, petted, made love to. I would take it as far as I wanted to. To hell with him. I am not a tease, nor a whore – he could go home unsatisfied, rape a stranger, I didn‘t care ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ And there is the fallacy of existence: the idea that one would be happy forever and aye with a given situation or series of accomplishments. Why did Virginia Woolf commit suicide? Or Sara Teasdale – or the other brilliant women – neurotic? Was their writing sublimation (oh horrible world) of deep, basic desires? ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ God, I want to get to know him. If I could build an idea and creative life with him, or someone like him, I would feel I lived a testimony of constructive faith in a hell of a world. And our reality would be our heaven. Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I think I am a good deal more experienced in varieties of kisses than he is. I better be careful I don‘t shock him or make him think he needs more experience, because I like him this way, and perhaps subtly I can let him know how other ways I like to be kissed. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Oh God, there is no faith or permanence or solace in love unless – unless – the mind adores, the body adores – and yet the fear is always in my mind: tomorrow it will all be different – tomorrow I will hate the way he chuckles at a joke, or combs his hair with a dirty pocket comb, (Cont'd->) 1mo
Aashkaar tomorrow he will see that my nose is fat and my skin is sallow, and the wine, and the colored lights, and the bitten apple of love will translate itself into discarded feces. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Let‘s face it, I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren‘t many around, I often unconsciously manufacture my own. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can‘t be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Would it be too childish of me to say : I want? But I do want, theater, light, color, paintings, wine and wonder. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ And meanwhile you are probably sleeping exhausted in the arms of some brilliant whore, or maybe even the Swiss girl who wants to marry you. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ With love and faith, not turning sour and cold and bitter, to help others. That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of live, no matter what, and give to others. Generously ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Then the worst happened, that big, dark, hunky boy, the only one there huge enough for me, who had been hunching around over women, and whose name I had asked the minute I had come into the room, but no one told me came over and was looking hard in my eyes and it was Ted Hughes. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ But I am not. I am inclined to babies and bed and brilliant friends and a magnificent stimulating home where geniuses drink gin in the kitchen after a delectable dinner and read their own novels and tell about why the stock market is the way it will be and discuss scientific mysticism. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ If I were a man, I could write a novel about this; being a woman, why must I only cry and freeze, cry and freeze? ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Golden wafers (such an elegant name for Ritz crackers) ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ The horror, day by day more sure, of being pregnant. Remembering my growing casualness about contraception, as if it couldn‘t happen to me. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Story: woman with poet husband who writes about love, passion – she, after glow of vanity and joy, finds out he isn‘t writing about her (as her friends think) but about Dream Woman Muse. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Reading a glut of SatEvePost stories till my eyes ached these past days I realized the gap in my writing and theirs. My world is flat thin pasteboard, theirs full of babies, old dowagers, queer jobs and job lingo instead of set pieces ending in ‘I love you.' ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Remember Florence across the street, who had orange Japanese lanterns in her garden that used to crumble in your fingers with a dry crinkling sound? Remember how you used to lock the bathroom door…and squat in fascinated discover over the hand mirror on the floor and defecate? God, start remembering all the things; all the little things! ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Sometimes I shiver in a preview of the pain and the terror of childbirth, but it will come and I live through it. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Who knows who Ted‘s next book will be dedicated to? His navel. His penis.¶ (when she was sure he's cheating on her with one of his smith students) 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I got the final insight: not only am I just as nasty as everybody else, but so is Ted. A liar and a vain smiler. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ He was walking with a board, intense smile, eyes into the uplifted doe-eyes of a strange girl with brownish hair, a large lipsticked grin, and bare thick legs in khaki Bermuda shorts. I saw this in several sharp flashes, like blows. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I enjoy it when Ted is off for a bit. I can build up my own inner life, my own thoughts, without his continuous “What are you thinking? What are you going to do now?” which makes me promptly and recalcitrantly stop thinking and doing. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Security is inside me and in Ted‘s warmth. The smell and feel of him is worth a private fortune a year and how lucky I am – there are not rules for this kind of wifeliness – I must make them up as I go along and will do so. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Hope, careers – writing is too much for me: I don‘t want a job until I am happy with writing – yet feel desperate to get a job – to fill myself up with some external reality where people accept phone bills, meat-getting, babies, marriage, as part of the purpose to the universe. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ A question: do I love laziness more than I love the feeling of accomplishing that work (writing, learning German, French, studying)? It seems that way. I take the path of least resistance and curl up with a book. Everyone else seems to be doing valuable work: social work, cancer research, teaching, degree getting, mothering. What can I do? ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ She had good big breasts though, and they bulged up under the starched sexless white uniforms so you could see how some guy might want to get real romantic. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ The clock struck 12. The baby squirmed and cried, warm in the crook of my arm. Doctor Webb put his fingers digging into my stomach and told me to cough. The afterbirth flew out into a Pyrex bowl, which crimsoned with blood. It was whole. We had a son. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Kiss me, and you will see how important I am. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren't having any of those. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I desire the things that will destroy me in the end. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don‘t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe? ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. (Cont'd-> 1mo
Aashkaar But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time... ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ “I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.” ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar ¶ Let's face it: I'm scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I'm afraid for myself... the old primitive urge for survival. It's getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain... remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. (Cont'd--> 1mo
Aashkaar Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I've taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder. ¶ 1mo
Aashkaar Okay, i guess that's enough. I need to stop here. 1mo
Aashkaar There are many quotes. Hell, I can possibly write a new book as collection or selection of lines from her journals. 1mo
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#OneWordReview: Forelsket

Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

I have read sylvia's journals long ago. But, it always feels like i haven't read them at all. Every time i go thru them, i get THAT feeling. Hell, i love this girl. Truly. I know i can't have her. I can't meet her. She's dead and gone and just a name that survived til date. But, even then, this feeling that i've feels wonderful.

Aashkaar whenever i read her journals i fall in love with this girl. I don't wanna confess this but i can't put it otherwise. There's great humour in her journals and things written in a way way she truly feels. Her perspective is amazing. The way she looks at the world and everything about her. Reading her journals is like looking at the world she was in thru her mind. Her honesty is awesome. It just wins you over. 1mo
Aashkaar You feel her pain and her happiness and everything. You wish for things to happen to her that are beautiful and amazing but then, you know, people don't always get what they deserve. And life sometimes as always becomes another form of cruelty itself. 1mo
Aashkaar This one Norwegian word i just mentioned is what i feel like when i go thru her journals. I love her journals more than her poems or any other works. 1mo
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Aashkaar Yet that word isn't enough. Here's the thing. Language is limited and there ain't any words for many indescribable things that you truly feel. 1mo
Aashkaar I could have described my experience in many words such as: 1mo
Aashkaar Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): Finding beauty in imperfections. 1mo
Aashkaar Sylvia isn't a perfect human being. 1mo
Aashkaar And yet that's what makes her so beautiful 1mo
Aashkaar Wait.. Did i just said "She is" 1mo
Aashkaar I mean, She was. 1mo
Aashkaar Then there's this another word 1mo
Aashkaar Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost. 1mo
Aashkaar Hell, English doesn't have many words for feelings that you can't really explain to are so numinous. 1mo
Aashkaar Then there's another word 1mo
Aashkaar Kilig (Tagalog): The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place 1mo
Aashkaar Especially when you know sylvia's life story beyond her journals, say her suicide and all the terrible things, then reading her journals is like a ...... 1mo
Aashkaar Commuovere (Italian): Often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears. 1mo
Aashkaar I feel like using a time machine to go to the world sylvia was in. Not that it was some Disney world or fairyland. No. 1mo
Aashkaar I feel like sharing some lines from her jourmals. 1mo
Aashkaar So i'm gonna do it. Not all lines of course. That might ruin the experience of one can have when going thru her journals after going thru this post. 1mo
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We're having a blizzard 🌨️today in the Denver area that's supposed to continue on into the night. 🤤
I enjoyed this sly take on the weather by a local used bookstore.

Melissa_J Perfect excuse to spend the evening reading 📖 1mo
Leftcoastzen Wow a friend of mine has a trip there that has been planed for months ,he was raised there so I think he can deal.... 1mo
LeahBergen Happy Birthday, my friend!! 📚📚📚📚 1mo
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Redwritinghood Happy birthday! 🎂🎂 1mo
readordierachel Happy birthday! 🎉🎊🎈 1mo
merelybookish @Melissa_J This is true! No better permission 1mo
merelybookish @Leftcoastzen I'm sure he is fine. Coloradans are perhaps a wee bit smug about their ability to deal with weather. 😏 1mo
merelybookish @LeahBergen @Redwritinghood @readordierachel Thank you friends! I've already scored a few books so a good bday so far! 😎 1mo
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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between

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I know I'm so late for this, but.

1. Sylvia Plath
2. Pico Iyer
3. Banana Yoshimoto
4. Mary Oliver
5. Xiaolu Guo

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"I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter..."

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-The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath
-Love in the Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Marquez
-Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine - Gail Honeyman
-The Book Of Essie - Meghan Weir
- 11/22/63 - Stephen King


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“Kiss me, and you will see how important I am.”


JoScho Fab quote! 6mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @JoScho thanks! I love reading about her. So sad though 😥 6mo
Slajaunie Love the lamp! 6mo
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JaclynW Love that quote! 6mo
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Enjoying some Sylvia Plath

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One of the few books I‘ve read more than once. I read it in german when I was about 15 or sixteen (thanks to Rory from Gilmore Girls) and was mesmerised. I read it in english only a little later and my final graduation presentation in english was about Plath. I still adore her writing and think her books are absolutely #thought-provoking . Until this day she remains one of my favourite authors❤️

#31bookpics @howjessreads

TrishB Same💕 7mo
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• My Friday evening is so wild, you guys...you don't even know 😁 •

LeahBergen Looks perfect. 😄 8mo
Readage @LeahBergen Better than any club/bar/party in the world!! 8mo
GrilledCheeseSamurai I had a very similar Friday night. 👌 8mo
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Another gem in the newsletter. Sylvia 😶!
Tagged book may not be the source.

Heideschrampf Which newsletter is that? 8mo
Tanisha_A The Mission run by the co. Medium! 8mo
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Leftcoastzen ❤️❤️ 8mo
Megabooks Nice 8mo
merelybookish 👏👏 8mo
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BarbaraBB Beautiful 💔 8mo
erzascarletbookgasm ❤️💔 8mo
rohit-sawant 💜 8mo
Cinfhen Perfect 💄💄💄💄 8mo
TrishB Brilliant 😘 8mo
Kalalalatja 👏💄👏💄 8mo
Cathythoughts I love this 8mo
youneverarrived Perfect! 8mo
batsy Oh, perfect choice ❤️ 8mo
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On eBay!! Get looking down the back of the couch folks....I love the way if you spend Qek you get free postage and in the blurb it states 2nd class Royal Mail! Oh ok then... x

Jess7 🤣🤣 8mo
Velvetfur 😂😂😂 8mo
Tanisha_A Hahahahahahahaha 8mo
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Hello, dear Littens. Thank you all for your support during this difficult time. 💙

I am currently sitting poolside with @MrBook in North Carolina‘s outer banks for our family‘s wedding. Trying to relax and unwind a little.

Hugs to you all. 💙

Riveted_Reader_Melissa I don‘t know what‘s going on, but take care of you.😉 9mo
CouronneDhiver Hi. I‘m so pleased to see you back online. I know it‘s a very difficult time... praying for you both. 🙏🏽🙏🏽 9mo
Jess7 Thinking of you! 9mo
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JenReadsAlot Take good care of yourself! 9mo
wordslinger42 Praying for you 💜 I hope you have a good time with family 9mo
DHill Sending positive thoughts your way. 9mo
rabbitprincess ♥️♥️♥️ 9mo
MicheleinPhilly Have been thinking of you and your mom. Take this time to relax and rejuvenate your spirit. Sending you ❤️. 9mo
MaureenMc 💗💗🙏🙏 9mo
LeahBergen Sending ❤️❤️❤️❤️! 9mo
Aims42 Lots of love 💜💜💜 9mo
MellieAntoinette 🤗 🤗 🤗 9mo
jfalkens *big hugs* 9mo
QuietlyLaura Thinking of you. I know it‘s hard. 💙🙏 9mo
readordierachel Hugs ❤ 9mo
kspenmoll Hugs. 💕I hope you can truly relax. 9mo
BarbaraTheBibliophage Sending love. 💕💕 9mo
Branwen *hugs* Your litsy family loves you! Hang in there! 9mo
Birdsong28 Sending you lots of love and hugs 😘❤️📚📖 9mo
emilyhaldi ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ 9mo
Sarah83 Hugs 💖💖💖😘😘😘 9mo
jmtrivera 💙💙💙 9mo
mabell ❤️❤️❤️ 9mo
Tanzy13 ❤️ 9mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks 💗💗💗 9mo
scripturient Great to have you back! 😘❤️❤️ 9mo
UwannaPublishme 🤗🤗🤗💖💖💖 9mo
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TK-421 ❤️💔 10mo
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“Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action.“

#currentlyreading #journals #SylviaPlath #ladywriters #madgirl #nonfiction

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“Face it, kid: unless you can be yourself, you won‘t stay with anyone for long. You‘ve got to be able to talk. That‘s tough. But spend your nights learning, so you‘ll have something to say.”

#currentlyreading #journals #SylviaPlath #nonfiction #ladywriters #madgirl

BookBabe 👌🏻 11mo
Readage @BookBabe 👍🏼 11mo
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“If I didn‘t think, I‘d be much happier.” My life in one sentence.

#SylviaPlath #ladywriter #writer #poet #madgirl #journals

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Look what I found on sale!


Readage ❤️ 11mo
TrishB 😮!! 11mo
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• this entire haunting passage about going under during a routine dental procedure. only Plath could paint such a pretty portrait of the deep blackness that would eventually consume her •

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Finally! I considered ditching this several times. Not because it's bad, but because it's long and not always interesting to me. I don't feel that I know Plath better, but obviously I recognize a lot of her short stories from her own experiences. Won't read it again, but will use some quotes from it in the future.

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Time to switch my calendar to June now! Lovely quote from Sylvia Plath.

JanJan Me too! I love this calendar and Sylvia Plath! 12mo
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One more quote from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. I love reading about her love for Henry James and this quote was amazing to me, because I feel the same way! I wish I could have told him that his works are still being read and praised, admired and loved.

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It's been too long since I checked in here, and I've missed you guys!!! May Has been crazy busy, so busy that it was only yesterday I remembered I have a private email, not just a work one... 😅 but it's calming down and today I even had time to read 🧡💛💚 Hope you all are well!

Mitch Good to have you back! 12mo
britt_brooke Nice view! 12mo
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“...power is in work and thought. The rest is pleasant frill.” —Sylvia Plath

walryan5 Indeed 9mo
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Readage ❤️ 13mo
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Why can‘t I just stay at home and get to know Sylvia?!?! 😩😩

BookaholicNatty 😂😂😂I love this post!!!!! It‘s rainy and dreary here today would be a perfect day to do that!!! 13mo
Blaire Did you see the nytimes style section this Sunday? Had a piece about various items of hers with pictures- clothing, typewriter, etc..,that were recently auctioned. 13mo
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Y‘all!!! I just popped in Goodwill and look what I found for $2.99!!!! It‘s been a shitty morning, but this little find has made up for it!!! 🙌🏻👏🏻☺️


BookaholicNatty Woooooohooooo!!!!! So worth it!! Sorry the morning had been crappy!!! Hugs!!! ❤️😘 13mo
TheBookHippie Yaaaaaas 13mo
batsy Great find! 😍 13mo
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Christine11 Great find! I‘m sorry your morning has been rubbish - I hope your day improves! 💕 13mo
readordierachel Fantastic find! Hope your day turns around! 13mo
emilyhaldi Jackpot!!! 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻 13mo
rachaich Wonderful book. Poignant but so good. 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @BookaholicNatty yes!!! I almost jumped up and down!! ☺️ and thank you ❤️ 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @batsy 🙌🏻🙌🏻 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @Christine11 rubbish! That‘s a better word!! It‘s been much better!! Thank you sweetie 😘 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @ReadOrDieRachel thank you!! It‘s gotten better!! 💗 13mo
Reviewsbylola I would have snatched this up too! 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @Reviewsbylola I‘m still so excited!!! 😘 What are you choosing for #BOTM?? 13mo
Reviewsbylola I have to use at least two credits this month so I can close my second account and right now I‘m really leaning toward The Mars Room and How To Walk Away. What about you?! I feel like I could be influenced for or against all five choices so I‘m anxious to hear what others are picking! 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @Reviewsbylola lol!! Those are the two I‘m thinking about picking!! Great minds!! 🙌🏻 13mo
kspenmoll Great find! Happy your day improved💕💕💕! 13mo
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks @kspenmoll thank you!!! ❤️ 13mo
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"My life, I feel, will not be lived until there are books and stories which relive it perpetually in time. I forget too easily how it was, and shrink to the horror of the here and now, with no past and no future. Writing breaks open the vaults of the dead and the skies behind which the prophesying angels hide. The mind makes and makes, spinning its web." #vault #QuotsyApril18

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Seeing her journal, in person, after loving and reading these very words for 30 years- it meant a lot to me. I think I was more reverent than when I saw a Gutenberg bible. 🖤

batsy I imagine it must have been something 💜 14mo
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“ I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I‘ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time…“ pg 9

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“I...walk...jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly #neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being." #QuotsyMarch18

Leftcoastzen Ah , Plath. 14mo
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Sometimes you wake up on a Saturday and just need to build a little Sylvia Plath shrine. (I love this print by Summer Pierre.)

youneverarrived 😍😍😍 1y
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#fiercefeb #polyesterbride

This prompt made me think of mid century brides and the difficulties of fitting with the concept of wife as a support rather than a complete individual. And more specifically of these journals of Sylvia Plath I read a few years ago and how she struggled as an artist and a wife and felt in her husbands shadow. They are fascinating reading. But even here she is not free, they are edited by her husband.

Centique Although he may have had very good motivation for what he edited and destroyed of hers - such as protecting their children - it‘s still very sad 😨 1y
CarolynM Have you read a The Silent Woman, Janet Malcolm's take on Sylvia and Ted? It's brilliant. 1y
Cinfhen Awesome pick! And your book sounds excellent @CarolynM 1y
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batsy Great post ❤️ Her journals were so eye-opening and I read them for a class, and I was checking out so many books about her from the library I forget which edition it was. I really want to get the Unabridged Journals. @CarolynM I've been meaning to read that book! 1y
Centique @CarolynM I‘m just reading the blurb and it sounds wonderful. I may have read it and forgotten but I think not. Stacking it! 1y
Centique @batsy thanks 💕 and @cinfhen 😘 and I hear her unabridged letters are being published now too. 1y
Branwen I love Sylvia Platt so much! The unabridged journals are so amazing! 1y
Centique @Branwen hello there! I don‘t think Ive spoken to you since we chatted about Hemingway ages ago. Nice to see we share a love of Plath as well! 1y
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Current status of #LitsyAtoZ

Blueberry Was the Carol Burnett book really good? 1y
GinEyre22 @Blueberry , it was pretty good! 1y
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“When at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” Today is my husband‘s birthday! What a perfect day for the #soulmate prompt! 😘 #HeartsAndHardcovers #dark #quotsyfeb18

AshleyHoss820 Oh, WOW!! 1y
AshleyHoss820 Oh, also: Happy Birthday, @MatchlessMarie‘s husband!! 😄 1y
Nikki15 Such a beautiful quote! And Happy Birthday to your husband 💕 1y
erzascarletbookgasm Happy birthday to your husband! And great quote! 1y
Alwaysbeenaloverofbooks ❤️❤️ 1y
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I studied Plath's writing at uni and this was the beginning of my awe of her.
Remembering her today as a woman, a mother and wife, a writer and a poet. #plath #sylviaplath #womenwriters #mothers

TrishB 💔 1y
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Hanging with my girl, Sylvia tonight

mrozzz Envious 🙃 1y
ju.ca.no 🧡🧡 1y
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#readingresolutions day7 #WomanCrushWed is Sylvia Plath! I love everything she ever wrote, she was such an incredible person! @Jess7

TrishB Agreed 👍🏻❤️ 1y
MatchlessMarie She is definitely a kindred spirit 🐝💛 1y
Bklover @ju.ca.no @TrishB @MatchlessMarie Okay- I‘ve been wanting to try Sylvia Plath. What would you recommend reading first? 1y
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TrishB @Bklover prose would be The Bell Jar and poetry - always Ariel for me 😁 1y
Bklover @TrishB Thank you!! 1y
Elsje The Bell Jar is almost on top of my MTBR :-) 1y
ju.ca.no @Bklover @TrishB I second the Bell Jar for a first read! And Ariel is also my favourite poemcollection by her😊 1y
ju.ca.no @Elsje it‘s such a great book, enjoy!! 1y
Elsje The book just climbed a few spaces up the mountain ;-) 1y
Bklover @ju.ca.no Thank you!! 🧡 1y
ju.ca.no @Elsje good decision 😊 it‘s worth it💪🏼 1y
Elsje 😊 1y
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#desire #nuyear
I think Sylvia has a quote for everything 💜
Track from my fav album in Numan‘s second phase- late 80s were not so good and Sacrifice album released in 92 and a return to form 😁

MommyWantsToReadHerBook I wanted to buy these journals years ago when I was a poor student and then decided not to (my mom would have helped me). Now I can't find them plus I'm still pretty broke 😊 Have regretted it ever since 😢😢 1y
TrishB @MommyWantsToReadHerBook I think you can occasionally get second hand ones on amazon for ok prices. Hope you get one eventually! 1y
MommyWantsToReadHerBook Thanks, I need to look around again. I'm in South Africa so Amazon a bit useless sadly. 1y
TrishB @MommyWantsToReadHerBook oh sorry! Assumption about amazon 😔 1y
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Having an insight into Sylvia‘s mind is an absolutely fascinating experience. I love her poetry, and getting to read her thoughts and experiences in her own voice is clarifying. Such a sad and interesting life, always worth revisiting. Also pictured, my copy of Plath‘s collected poems, which went in my bag during a three-month trip in Europe. #RoryGilmoresReadingChallenge

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