Plath writes in the book that “wherever I sat — on the deck of a ship or at a street cafe in Paris or Bangkok — I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.” ...

When I put myself in the shoes of the woman sitting atop the fig tree, I see so many things I want to accomplish. Sylvia Plath would have been 90 years old if she was still alive today. How much ...