Oh how I feel ashamed for not liking this as much as I thought. But let me say this first : at some level I felt related to the protagonist during the New York days. Some chapters ringed so true in my mind that it was scary. The problem really was the vagueness of the writing. Although I'm a fan of huge descriptions and such I can enjoy some delicate word using, too. In this it just didn't work, don't know why. As I said, the New York part was wonderful. Also, I'm looking forward to reading Plath's diary and poem collections but didn't see the masterpiece material in The Bell Jar which left me a bit hollow and indifferent.