Reading Plath is both so painful and good at the same time. It's a reading that I had to skim and fragment in order not to risk getting stuck in it. The diaries are the ultimate example of what is not factual truth, but of the experiential truth that we can attribute to every account, to every story. There is a vibrant sensibility between these pages that has stabbed me and also caressed me, made me feel understood. Thank you for having lived, albeit so painfully. Thank you for having left such an important imprint in my heart.
Plath's works are like a double-edged sword. On one hand, they cut deep into our souls with their raw and intense emotions. The pain and turmoil she endured are palpable on every page, making us wince and cringe. But on the other hand, there is a beauty and a power in her words that draw us in and keep us hooked. Her ability to express the inexpressible, to put into words the most complex and profound feelings, is truly remarkable.
As I read her diaries, I felt as if I was peering into her private world, sharing in her joys and sorrows. It was an intimate and moving experience, one that I will never forget. And even though her life was cut short, her legacy lives on through her writing. She has left an indelible mark on the literary world and on the hearts of countless readers.
