I need this.

My beloved Professor Bloom has written a book on Sylvia Plath.

*Pause for a collective intake of breath and sigh of happiness.*

Goodreads.com explains the biography thusly: Sylvia Plath's short life and intense poetry draw much attention. Her suicide and tumultuous marriage to Ted Hughes as well as his choices in post-humously publishing her work (and not publishing other parts of it) add to the mystery of Plath's life, as does the fact that yet other work of hers was published after his death. Within this volume, critics comment on Plath's life and work, often arguing that her poems do not show a young woman headed toward suicide but instead show a vibrant, intelligent woman in love with life and becoming more at ease with her work.

Miracles! A picture of Audrey I'd never seen before.

"There's music in the old bones yet."

W.B.Y.

Never give all the heart, for love

Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it seem
Certain, and they never dream
That it fades out from kiss to kiss;
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy, kind delight.
O never give the heart outright,
For they, for all smooth lips can say,
Have given their hearts up to the play.
And who could play it well enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost,
For he gave all his heart and lost.

And I don't wanna say good night, so say good morning.

Foer

"There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him, so I buried them, and let them hurt me."

I have the most beautiful family. Thankfully, beautiful also equals crazy.