Re-reading the Bell Jar.
Because Mom tossed my tattered, beloved copy of it in the trash a few years ago (in addition to my Bad Romance t-shirt, fuck my life) I got it from the library yesterday when I failed to find any Sylvia poetry volumes. Fuck that shittyass library.
I caved.
I know I should be reading World According to Garp or Nine Stories but I can't help myself. This is the finest piece of literature that exists on the planet. End of story.