Today's Recommendation

The Bell Jar gets described as a depression novel so often that people forget how sharp and funny Sylvia Plath actually is on the page, cutting through her narrator's unraveling with observations so precise they make you laugh right before they make you wince. Esther Greenwood starts the summer with a coveted internship and every outward marker of a life going right, and Plath charts, with terrifying clarity, exactly how someone can be doing everything correctly and still feel like the air is being sealed off from them. If you've ever felt suffocated by other people's expectations of what your life should look like from the outside, this book will feel uncomfortably familiar in the best way. Read this when you want a book about mental health that treats depression as something to be precisely observed rather than dramatized or softened. It's one of the best books to read when you feel disconnected from your own life, because Plath gives language to a kind of numbness that's genuinely hard to describe to people who haven't felt it. The writing itself is gorgeous even at its darkest, clean, exact, occasionally very funny in a dry way you don't expect going in. Give yourself permission to put it down and take breaks if it gets heavy; there's no prize for reading it in one go. Read it in daylight, with someone to talk to afterward if you need it, and know that what feels like it will never lift, in this book and often in life, eventually does.