“The eyes and the faces all turned themselves toward me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.”Thus ends The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath’s vastly overrated foray into the novel. I tried to find some redeeming feature of this novel. I really did. I even waited to write this review until a clever former student of mine who likes this novel had the chance to convince me the novel was not atrocious. She failed. But, I don’t real blame her. This is a really bad … [Read more...] about Suicide Chic