jimmyporter

Today I bought Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, because I heard a lot about her in recent days.
It sounds very depressive, that she killed herself in the same year her only novel has been released. And the book is largely autobiographic, so it seems to be perfect for me and the rainy summer.

Something happier:
I discover crisps with enchilada flavour today, which is fantastic, cause I love mexican food so much.
It's a limited edition which frightens me.