Category Literature

Mirror, Sylvia Plath

I discovered this poem at A Level and absolutely adore it. I don’t know why, but reading it makes me feel empty, almost like I wrote it myself and emptied my consciousness onto the page in doing so. Maybe it’s because, as Terry Eagleton says, literature should contain universal truth and Sylvia Plath does it perfectly […]

Looking for Alaska, John Green

Now, if there’s one thing that irritates me, it’s film trailers which give the whole film away. I mean, why would I pay £8 to see a two hour film when within two minutes I know the entire surmise and plot of it, and for free too. So when I picked up this book, which […]