Silvia Plath's works are truly dear to me.

Her bell jar was a book that I loved, and this book, which is her autobiography and her moment-by-moment memories! I related to many of her situations and was deeply touched by the hardships she endured and her need for someone who loved her and wouldn't leave her after a while.... There is a great sense of melancholy as usually those who didn't look at life superficially or were successful writers committed suicide.

Plath's writing is so powerful and poignant. It makes you feel her pain and her struggle. It makes you think about life and death, love and loss. Her words have a way of getting under your skin and staying there.

I find myself constantly returning to her works, seeking comfort and inspiration. She is a writer who has left a lasting impact on me and I will always cherish her words and her legacy.

She ended it, the fourth star for excellent translation. I think it's an important diary for all those interested in poetry and writing. Sylvia's voice was always strong. Sylvia, the young girl... The ambition, the perseverance for writing and writing only, Sylvia, the suffering one. Then Sylvia the woman and finally the mother. Peace and love to your spirit.

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Quoting Sylvia:

Perhaps one day the inspiration will appear before me and I will see the other side of the huge, witty joke. And then I will laugh. And then I will know what life is.

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I should have delved into the depths, submerged myself in people, in order to truly know them.

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I am not hard, but empty. Behind my eyes I feel a deep, desolate hole, filled with the void of hell.

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The world is drowning in nothingness, and I feel that I must run, or walk at night for miles until I fall exhausted.

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I feel that I have always been vulnerable to criticism, extremely dirty!

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It's terrible to want to go far away, but you don't want to go anywhere.

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I am fixed, precisely fixed - I can't take things as they come, or make them come as I wish.

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Love should have been dispensed in small doses to be acceptable, not all to one person who can't handle it.

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If writing isn't an outlet, then what is it?

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I am as austere with myself as a monk. I may have all the answers to my questions within me, but I need some stimulus to get them into my consciousness.

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Look at the moist, warm earthly world. At the heap of loves, the suckling children, the food competitions, all that craftsmanship touching life on earth and I feel myself isolated, encased in a wall of glass.

The article begins with the description of a comforting beginning theme, similar to her first diary entries, repeating "it is, it is gonna be ok". The theme then repeats with a stronger and more emotional tone, deeper bass, symbolizing her deeper love for life. However, as the pace slows, the first shadows of depression and contemplation emerge in her journals.

The tempo rises again as her spirits do, with her looking forward to college, dates, and dreams of her perfect man. The beginning theme comes again, representing her first writing recognition, as she is offered scholarships and money and has a relationship. But then, a realization dawns on her about the fallacy of existence.

Something is wrong with her too, and she feels the dream of a happy life shatter. The strong bass piano chords pound again and again, leading to November 3, 1952, when she expresses her fear and desire to kill herself. The beginning theme emerges again but stops, leaving the statement unconcluded. Finally, on August 24, 1953, she reaches for the bottle of pills.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ClDF...

This is the journal written in the last twelve years of Sylvia Plath's life. Her husband, Ted Hughes, published it in book form in 1982, with many parts removed. Later, the journal was published in its entirety.

The journal is truly a very personal writing. As a reader, a novel can be judged in a certain way, liked or disliked, but the journal cannot be judged in the same way. However, I like such a journal because by reading it, one can learn about the writer's thought process and depth, and her unique perspective on seeing the surroundings. In this regard, it is good to read this journal. It is always amazing to see how Plath's thoughts and ideas were so developed at such a young age.

Those who are interested in Sylvia Plath can put it on their list. Personally, I think that even before reading someone's written journal, if one googles and learns a little about their life, it will be easier to understand the journal.

Reading this particular work truly changed the way I think. It has made me realize and understand that Sylvia Plath has been overly romanticized ever since her tragic and untimely death. However, these journals serve as the undeniable evidence of her remarkable poetic genius. Plath had an extraordinary ability to find beauty in everything around her and within herself. Her descriptions of both internal and external experiences are nothing short of absolutely stunning. They have the power to transport the reader into her unique world, filled with vivid emotions and profound insights.

I cannot recommend this enough to anyone who has an interest in Sylvia Plath, poetry in general, the complex topic of mental illness, or women writers. It offers a rare and intimate glimpse into the mind and creative process of a literary icon. Whether you are a seasoned Plath enthusiast or just beginning to explore her works, this is a must-read that will leave a lasting impression.

The depth of this woman never ceases to amaze me.

I spent a solid three months meticulously combing through her journal entries for a paper I was working on during my graduate school days.

Though I've always been a huge fan of Plath (me and every other woman under thirty, it seems), I probably never would have picked up this book if it weren't for this paper.

Thankfully, I did.

As I delved into her words, I discovered a world of emotions and thoughts that were both profound and relatable.

Her writing was like a window into her soul, allowing me to see the inner turmoil and beauty that she experienced.

It was a journey that I will never forget, and it has forever changed my perspective on her work and on the power of the written word.

I am truly grateful for the opportunity to have explored her journal entries and to have gained a deeper understanding of this remarkable woman.

When I started reading the book, I said it would be a long journey, and I read it for the longest time I could. It took more than 2 months. Sometimes I didn't pick it up for a whole week, and sometimes I only read a few pages. But after a while, when I didn't read it anymore, I felt something was missing.

The book consists of Plath's diaries written between 1950 and 1962 (the years before her suicide). Some of her letters and notes are also added. It is one of the most sincere writings you can read. After reading it, I feel as if I don't know a person who died years ago only through her writings, but a very close friend I know personally.

I found myself in so many sentences... Sylvia is the writer I feel the most. With this book, I'm completely sure of that. On the one hand, I feel very lucky to know her so closely, and on the other hand, I'm sad because, as I've already finished reading, I won't be able to read a new day of hers whenever I want. I don't think about putting the book away for a long time. I'll keep it on my desk, closest to me, and open it and flip through it whenever I need to.

If you love Sylvia Plath, you must read it. If you don't know her, you can read it after doing some research or to encounter the most sincere confessions, thoughts, and struggles of a brilliant woman with herself.

This isn't something you can breeze through in one or two sittings.

Rather, you should take your time with it to truly fathom what Plath felt and thought.

I remain completely enamored with this woman's writing.

The reason is simply that it delves deep inside of me and seizes me.

I really identified strongly with some of the passages.

It was as if she was expressing emotions and experiences that I had also felt but couldn't put into words.

I truly enjoyed this work of art.

I guess you could say I'm Sylvia Plath trash, because I can't get enough of her writing.

Her words have a power and a beauty that is simply captivating.

Every time I read her, I discover something new and am drawn further into her world.

It's a journey that I'm more than happy to take again and again.

A marvellous literary endeavour indeed.

As I delved into this work throughout the year, it gradually unveiled so much of Plath’s complex and captivating character.

I’ve never before encountered someone so powerfully and persistently plagued by a desire for death.

The way she expresses her innermost thoughts and emotions is absolutely beautiful, almost haunting.

This book is not just a collection of words; it is a profound exploration of the human psyche.

It is an essential read for both literary enthusiasts who appreciate the art of writing and those who seek to understand the depths of human emotion.

Plath’s unique perspective and her ability to convey such intense feelings make this work a true masterpiece.

Once you start reading, you will be drawn into her world and will find it difficult to emerge unchanged.

It is a book that will stay with you long after you have turned the final page.

I actually listened to about half of it.

The beginning was magical, the girl's experiences - real and eternal.

Then it was necessary to switch to "reading with eyes", and listening became rather boring.

And now it's hard to go back to the book.

For me, Sylvia Plath is absolutely a genius, Amy Winehouse from literature, all composed of overly strong feelings - life can't withstand such for more than thirty years.

Maybe it's because their emotions are so intense and raw that it's almost overwhelming.

But that's also what makes their works so captivating and unforgettable.

Despite the challenges of listening to the audio, I still have a deep appreciation for the power and beauty of their words.

I think I'll have to go back and read the book again to fully understand and soak in all the details and nuances that I might have missed while listening.

It's a journey that I'm looking forward to embarking on once more.

3.5
The memoirs of Sylvia Plath were among the books that I was eager to buy. This book was published in 1940. Finally, I received it as a gift and started reading it as soon as it was in my hands. I read about 100 pages continuously, but then, due to various events, I started reading so many other books that this one was forgotten. Until recently, I went back to it again.
Of course, aside from the fact that the book was almost forgotten and put aside, it was also a bit disappointing. Of course, I didn't read the glass bell jar or Plath's poems. Perhaps because of this, the charm of Plath's memoirs about her mental entanglements and her efforts to create her works didn't have much appeal for me, or even her references to poems and the initial drafts of her novels were incomprehensible to me. But aside from this, in my opinion, if the memoirs were filtered a bit and not everything was put in the book, it might have been better. Of course, perhaps by reading her daily memoirs piece by piece, a better understanding of Plath's mental state could be achieved.
Of course, Ted Hughes, Plath's husband, mentions in the preface that he has destroyed Plath's last memoirs because he wants to forget. But in my opinion, perhaps those deleted and destroyed memoirs had more charm. Although they may be depressing and disheartening. Although these are just my speculations. Of course, overall, considering that Plath's memoirs were in Ted Hughes' hands and he finally published them according to his own judgment, it seems so.
Finally, when I went back to this book again after a 2-3 year break, it was interesting and reading the last 200-300 pages was very enjoyable. Plath's life and especially her relationship with Ted Hughes is fascinating. Some parts of the book where I saw Plath's anger and love towards Ted Hughes were even more interesting to me. Exactly what kind of role Hughes played for Plath. Sometimes seemingly necessary and sometimes disturbing. But unfortunately, people can't know the true reality; if such a reality exists.
Reading Plath's daily memoirs and her mental turmoil and sometimes peace and the feeling of satisfaction, which was clearly less than her turmoil, is well expressed in her words. Especially the parts of the book where Sylvia Plath talks to her therapist are really enlightening for reaching the core of her mind.
The memoirs in the book, especially those in Boston and from 1958 to 1959, were more palpable for me. It seems that Plath's writing in her memoirs also matures a little. Line by line in the book, Plath's restlessness, the mysterious connection she establishes with herself and the world, is understandable and disturbing. It becomes possible to understand what events gradually led to that tragic event in Plath's past by reading these memoirs. From working in the hospital to the injury of a bird that was brought to their house for treatment.
Many times I want to go to Plath's books and again it seems that the opportunity doesn't come, and perhaps returning to this book will create the opportunity for me to read her works soon.

Parts of it were truly tedious to plow through. It felt as if I was wading through a thick mud, with each step being a struggle.

However, despite those moments of tedium, mostly I loved it. There were aspects that truly captured my heart and held my attention.

The story had its own charm and allure, drawing me in and making me eager to discover what would happen next.

Even when faced with the less exciting parts, I persevered because I knew that there was something wonderful waiting for me on the other side.

Overall, my experience with it was a mix of both challenges and joys, but in the end, I can say that I have a deep appreciation for it.