The thing is…

this was honestly nothing special, but I loved it.

It’s also my first Sylvia Plath book.

There’s all this hype surrounding it because she wrote this as a teenager in college.

Actually, I guess it was a big deal back then so nvm lol.

For those of you that have had the pleasure of actually hearing me talk, y’all know I’m a rambler.

I have examples for days.

More often than not, you will almost always be confused until the end.

That’s what this book was for me.

I already know I’m a writer, but this book reminded me that I’m also a storyteller.

I’m not giving a “review” because to understand the point of this extremely short (one chapter if you can even call it that) story, you must read it.