SINOPSIS DEL LIBRO

<p>I lay there alone in bed, feeling the black shadow creeping up the underside of the world like a flood tide. Nothing held, nothing was left. The silver airplanes and the silver capes all dissolved and vanished, wiped away like the crude drawings of a child in coloured chalk from the colossal blackboard of the dark.<br><br><br>The writings in this collection outline Plath's early preoccupation with issues of mental illness, creativity and femin...Seguir leyendo