I decided to read this book because it's supposedly one of the great work out there. So it was a great start to follow Esther Greenwood roaming around New York, and then she got depressed and suicidal and the reading experience became too depressive for me.
Plath told the story as first person and the whole thing went in circle without any positive solution to her sickness. I am glad that it's not a long story, otherwise I could have been as crazy as she was.
Note to self: No more depressing novels! This is the second type of story that I rule out from my reading list. After reading My Sister's Keeper and The Fault in Our Stars, I swore that I will never touch stories about cancer patients.