It should probably upset me that I relate so closely to the “Bell Jar” by Sylvia Plath. Actually, it should probably upset everyone around me. It’s the story of one woman’s descent into madness in 1950. This is the reason they make books. It’s not a “happy” book, but it’s the kind of thing that I felt “aha” when I was done reading it. I had a greater understanding of people, “madness” & a greater love & tolerance for pretty much everyone (Except April & Anna, I am only human). (The “Bell Jar” didn’t change my tendency to write run on sentences, but it’s just a book.) Usually I love to hear people’s opinions.  However, the few times I have heard this book bashed I have been forced to scream “What the crap is wrong with you? Stop trying to be psuedo intellectual & be human for a minute”. This is one of my favorite books, not just on Rory’s booklist, but of all time. I will list this as my favorite book the next time anyone asks me because either the person will A. Read the book, which everyone should or B. Become leery of me & leave me alone thus leaving me with one less stupid person to talk to.  Either way, it’s a win-win.