But even though the life that is unfurling before her is everything she wants, she feels apart from it, unable to live in her life the way the other girls staying at the women's hotel seem able to do. And the further apart she feels from the noise and color of life around her, especially after she returns home to Massachusetts, the more she begins to collapse in on herself, slowly slipping farther and farther beneath the waves of her despair as treatment after treatment proves ineffectual. Sylvia Plath masterfully draws the reader into Esther’s mind with such intensity that her breakdown feels visceral and real, one that makes the early days of her recovery feel even more fragile.
