“..I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)”
This book is a profound exploration of the psychological struggles of a young woman named Esther Greenwood, who experiences a breakdown while working as a guest editor at a prominent magazine. Set in the 1950s, it delves into the complexities of mental illness, societal expectations, and the search for identity. more
American poet, novelist, and playwright. Her works are known for their profound emotion and unique style, and she is considered one of the most important female writers of the 20th century. more
“Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.”
“Freedom does not mean license.”
“Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has thy music too.”
“The Bible was composed in such a way that as beginners mature, its meaning grows with them.”
“Maybe you're not his type." Michael said "Oh, now you're just being insulting.”