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Helder Da daconstenberg — Goodreads should have an "attempting to read" shelf because if they did, this would have been on it for months. I picked-up this book in Texas over a year ago since I had heard good things and the cover was so artfully done (I'm a sucker for a cover) but I found the author so self indulgent and shallow that I tossed the book aside. It wasn't until recently when another friend was reading it and in the same spot as I was when I had last laid it down that I decided to suck it up and finish. The "Pray" part of the book was nearly intolerable and when my friend told me she began skimming some sections I felt I had permission to begin doing the same thing. The "Love" section, or Bali, was more tolerable and I have to admit, I shed a tear when Gilbert and her friend raised money for to help a poor woman and her three children. As I sit to write this review, I'm shocked to see that so many people gave it 3 stars or above. Why is such a terrible book so popular? I found most of this book to be trite and cliche and the author to not only be a poor writer but an annoying person in general. Here's my reasoning- that most people who read this book, many women, have not had the opportunity to go on their own journeys of self-discovery and reading about a woman "trapped" in a marriage and travelling to far off and romantic places is exciting. But the thing is, the author trapped herself in that marriage and subsequently ruined the life of her husband when she realised too late that she made a mistake. Her journey of self-discovery was paid for on her publishing houses dime and by the time she gets to Bali, after spending months in an ashram in India, she still acts like the whole world revolves around her and her needs. It's shocking and disappointing. Mostly because you can't believe that this book was actually published.

Gon G gongalinb895 — Well, I only read the first chapter so far, but it blew my mind. I can't wait to read more.

Mafe Gordillo morvyna — Every so often, I come back to Sylvia Plath. This time, it may to do with her son's recent suicide, although it most likely has to do with her original work of prose "The Bell Jar" that I first encountered her about a year ago. However, like many works of poetry, there is no way of understanding the poems without understanding the poet herself. Frieda Hughes attempts to provide some biographical context to these poems - her husband's infidelity, her two small children and being a single mother. I will admit that since I have only a general outline of her life, I will probably not fully understand her poems until years down the road. Yet, even without that knowledge, it is obvious that there is a strong, dark and powerful force in these poems written just before her own suicide: "There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through." - from the poem "Daddy"