Finally got to this book after wanting to read it for years. I think I was expecting something different, something with more melodrama-- it just seemed so mundane. But that's the thing about mental illness, or at least, depression. It's never a big drama, it creeps up on you silently and before you know, you're full blown in the midst of it. I didn't warm up to Esther right away but I did come to empathize with her a lot; so many of her fears and anxieties and experiences mirrored my own, not just in terms of mental illness, but also more general themes of growing up, being a woman, exploring her own sexuality, etc. At the same time, I also found Esther rather self-absorbed, in fact, the whole book very self-indulgent considering it is pretty much based on Sylvia Plath's own life, but that's just what depression is like, and yes, I empathized with that part too.