Just finished listening to 'The Bell Jar' by Sylvia Plath.
I feel as though I should have liked it more than I did and the only reason I finished it was because of all the hype over it.
Not my thing, I suppose.
I feel as though I should have liked it more than I did and the only reason I finished it was because of all the hype over it.
Not my thing, I suppose.
I'm your huckleberry.
