Here's a favorite quote to give you a sense:
So that's how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal the loss, no matter how important the thing that's stolen from us - that's snatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completely changed people with only the outer layer of skin from before, we continue to play out our lives this way, in silence. We draw ever nearer to our allotted span of time, bidding it farewell as it trails off behind. Repeating, often adroitly, the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness.
I also read The Beautiful Room is Empty. What a title! I liked the first bit, but then it just felt really aimless/listless/pointless. I'm not always super into these coming-of-age novels. Some people are boring, and their coming of age isn't particularly interesting.
Also, look what I found! I look a bit crabby, but I can live with that. I was very cold, as I recall. Not a big Bell Jar fan, but ah, well.
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