Thursday, September 29, 2022

the last book I ever read (Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, excerpt four)

from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath:

Buddy said he figured there must be something in poetry if a girl like me spent all her days over it, so each time we met I read him some poetry and explained to him what I found in it. It was Buddy’s idea. He always arranged our weekends so we’d never regret wasting our time in any way. Buddy’s father was a teacher, and I think Buddy could have been a teacher as well, he was always trying to explain things to me and introduce me to new knowledge.

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