Apropos of Nothing I Suppose

[tylermays]

For reasons unknown and unrelated to my current mental state, I was thinking earlier today of Sylvia Plath.  I was reading somewhere on the internets of someone who thought they may be going crazy, or others thought they were, or whatever.  Something or other brought it up, and I was reminded of how simple, yet wonderfully descriptive The Bell Jar was/is.  Sylvia was eventually quite horribly gone in the mental sense, but her writing in the novel really helped to show how simple and unobtrusive that insanity could appear.  The main character seemed normal by all means, but was full of turmoil on the inside.  That turmoil wasn't extremely demonstrative (often), but it was there.  She showed me how easy it could be to have it all disappear on me -- sanity, awareness, etc.  I really do love that book, yet I have not read any of her other works.  Am I afraid of not finding as much to understand in her other works, or am I afraid of poetry?

These are the things I think about sometimes.  I also think about rainbows and sunshine!