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<title>Comment by Albatross</title>
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<description>  a friend and i had been feeling just like she wrote in that book and it was almost eerie to see those words.  to read all of those thoughts that had been circling around in my mind for some time.  To see how similar a person from the past who was already dead and so unfamiliar was.  It was strange. And after i was done i was not the same because the book opened my eyes to something i knew i wasn&#039;t sure about.  wasn&#039;t sure if i wanted to give it life.  but i had to. i wanted to.  the book is bad for you.  you can tell while you&#039;re reading.  but i wanted it.
and i love sylvia plath.

if you can get your hands on her poems you should.  I have only read pieces of Ariel.  and i was reading her short stories and journal excerpts and essays, Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams, but i didn&#039;t finish.   </description>
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<title>Comment by Joe</title>
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<description>I read this book years ago and I still feel a tinge of dread just thinking about it.  I liked your point about writing a review at different points in your progress through a book.  I had a similar experience but with a twist.  I&#039;m reading Wind, Sand and Stars by Antoine de Saint-Exup&amp;#233;ry, the author of the Little Prince.  I read the first chapter and thought &quot;Uh oh, this really isn&#039;t for me.&quot;  I just kept kind of losing focus on where he was headed, sort of like what happens if I try watching NASCAR.  It got to the point where I was going to just put it down and not pick it back up when I got to a passage that opened it up for me.  It was suddenly clear where he had been headed and I found myself literally nodding in agreement as I read.  I love when that happens.</description>
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