Well, 2017, that was a time. It was the last year that I could call myself a twenty something, it was the year I changed jobs, it was the year my new niece was born and despite some of the less good bits, there were a few laughs along the way! This year I got… Continue reading Reviewing 2017
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. Is it bad that Sylvia Plath is pretty much the only writer that I recognise myself in? Probably...
Ah, the month of my birthday where I spend most of my time in a state of existential dread. Good times. I had some time off this month, so naturally, I read TOO MUCH. Even so, the amount of books I have left to read is not getting any smaller, how am I supposed to… Continue reading September round up
The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath. I have wanted to read this forever, pretty much it's been on my to read list since I went to uni, but at the time I wasn't really of the right mental state to attempt it, but now, I finally got around to it. I think that Sylvia Plath's… Continue reading The Bell Jar
I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who… Continue reading
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age - Sylvia Plath
I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same - Sylvia Plath