When I first read parts of Plath’s Collected Poems from the library in high school, based on a recommendation from a favorite English teacher, I could never articulate why her words resonated with me so much. I knew I finally needed to read the Unabridged Journals cover to cover. But I soon learned that I needed to confront my feelings-I needed to confront the past in order to gracefully enter the future. I knew Sylvia and her words were in the room with me, even if I never touched them. For the longest time, they sat untouched in a corner of my living room, with their mere presence making me feel comforted. I had read parts of both, but neither in completion. I bought my own copy of her Unabridged Journals, and my own copy of her Collected Poems. I read her words and always thought, She gets it. I wanted to hold onto her for as long as possible because she made me feel safe. I soon learned that Sylvia Plath is not only someone you can’t read quickly, but she’s someone who I didn’t want to read quickly. Long ago, I believed I could read the important parts from the library and return it in a timely fashion. It took me two and a half years, but I finally finished reading The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.
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