The Art of Self-Perfection. The height of my Sylvia Plath craze was in high school, and while elated feelings of self-loathing and morbidity was a part of it, I mostly related to Plath's ambition as a young woman. Plath was diligently hard on herself as a writer and obsessively committed to improvement. She wrote everything down — to make it real and to make it better than real. To make it the best.
Her journals were a place of severe practice and I still turn to those pages when I need to connect with that person who needs to be liked, to needs to write the best. That was me once. What's more, her care with language, the thickness of it, is intoxicating.