REVIEW | I AM I AM I AM
★★ ★ When I picked up this memoir I noticed the title’s association with one on my favorite memoirs/novels and had an instant negative reaction because of the subtitle: Seventeen Brushes with Death. For me, although The Bell Jar is a memoir/novel (yes, I know it isn't a memoir technically, but it lines up PERFECTLY with Sylvia Plath's real life) about the life of a suicidally depressed young woman, the key phrase "I am, I am, I am" is not about death. It's about life! These words are mimicking the sound of her heart beat and her heart beat tells her that she is still alive, she is, she is. And every minute of every day she gets to make a choice to continue her life or not. So that phrase has meant so much to me and, because I perceived that this book was bastardizing Plath’s beautiful words by associating them with death and not life in order to pursue notoriety, I thought it would be shallow and click-bait-y. I was wrong! By the end on the book I realize...
