“I feigned sleep until my mother left for school, but even my eyelids didn't shut out the light. They hung the raw, red screen of their tiny vessels in front of me like a wound. I crawled between the mattress and the padded bedstead and let the mattress fall across me like a tombstone. It felt dark and safe under there, but the mattress was not heavy enough. It needed about a ton more weight to make me sleep.”
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
“Thinking, thinking—a wheel I cannot stop; pure want of sleep it is that turns it.”
“If they are awake while everyone else was sleeping, what on earth were they doing?”