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Christina, 22, born in Montreal, QC but living in Portugal, studying biochemistry in university. ENFP and a Taurus, for what it's worth.
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My brother is currently reading The Catcher in the Rye and after flipping through a couple pages of it, I figured out what annoyed me so much about it. It was like the Bell Jar, except it was starring the most privileged of privileged white boys in a time where the world could be his oyster, as opposed to a fairly regular woman in a time of rampant sexism. 

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Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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Those books are really worth reading. They completely changed the way I saw myself and the world. 

So, I decided to make this montage and suggest them to you guys.

Surprisingly, I’ve only read The Bell Jar (for school) and the Feminine Mystique. The others remain on my ever-growing list of “books I should really some day”.

I’ve read all of these :D

As much as I love the Beauty Myth and the Second Sex, this is so second wave, white and heterosexual. Where’s bell hooks, Chandra Mohanty, Trinh T. Minh Ha, Audre Lourde, Judith Butler, Eve Sedgwick, Judith Halberstam, Elizabeth Grosz etc.?

Indeed! Let’s not forget about class, either. It would be nice to see some working class queer ladies on this list. Dorothy Allison comes to mind. Her Skin: Talking About Sex, Class and Literature is great.

my first thought was “ha! i’ve read all of these!” and then “boo! these are so second wave!” i totally second all of the additions to the list, with my own life-changing books:

looking white people in the eye - sherene razack

killing rage: ending racism - bell hooks

feminist theory: from margin to centre - bell hooks

real indians and others: mixed-blood urban native peoples and indigenous nationhood - bonita lawrence

turbo chiks: talking young feminisms - alyson mitchell, laura rundell and lara karaian

exalted subjects: studies in the making of race and nation in canada - by sunera thobani

and tons more. those are just the ones that come to mind right now. my feminism doesn’t exist without these books. reblog and add your own!

read 2/6!

Love, love, love this typeface. I need to get my hands on the first edition with Victoria Lucas as the author

Love, love, love this typeface. I need to get my hands on the first edition with Victoria Lucas as the author

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pilules-de-cyanure:

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them.  ~Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter 2

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“It’s always interesting when a very strange book is also an enduringly popular book. The Bell Jar has sold more than three million copies and is a mainstay of American high school English classes; it was made into a movie in 1979, and another version, starring Julia Stiles, is currently in production. Like The Catcher in the Rye, it is a touchstone for a certain kind of introspective, moody teenager—the kind of teenager who used to listen to the Cure and, later on, Tori Amos, and who these days listens to—actually I have no idea, but she definitely has a blog.”

- The Bell Jar at 40 by Emily Gould

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Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar

…I’m actually getting an internship next year

betterbooktitles:

Sylvia Plath: The Bell Jar

…I’m actually getting an internship next year

There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.
The Ball Jar by Sylvia Plath (via thechocolatebrigade)

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