What I remember: buying a ticket to Hebden Bridge on the train, certain that the conductor would judge me as another American Plath girl if I asked for Heptonstall. The tough climb uphill to the churchyard. The sweeping view across the moors on that bright summer’s day.

"Thanks for the bell, Sylvia," Esther said. "It's just lovely. And it goes so well with the jar that Beth just got me."

"Oh, it was nothing," Sylvia said. "It's been a lovely evening."

It really had been a lovely evening.

- The Bell Jar, I assume

If you are not familiar with the Emily Books Book Club, or simply have that condition where you struggle to form short-term memories, you may click here. Maybe you already did! This month, Emily and I read and discussed Dorothy Baker's Cassandra at the Wedding (discount code, as always, at the bottom of the post) and had a tiny fight about Sylvia Plath. Emily - Oh, hello there! Nicole - HI EMILY, this…