This is going to sound corny, but this is perhaps the bravest book I have ever read. I feel grateful to Sylvia Plath for sharing this with the world. I often had to go back and reread passages because I knew I had not taken the full gravity of what was being shared. I'm so glad that I have finally read this. My only regret is that I hadn't read it before I had seen the movie SYLVIA, because try as I may, I could not shake the image of Gwyneth Paltrow from my mind as I envisioned Esther Greenwood slipping into madness. I hate Gwyneth Paltrow only less than I do Julia Roberts.