There is a bunch of rave reviews filling the first couple of pages of the book. And they're about the only thing that made any sense to me. I struggled through the first chapter of this and then gave it away as a bad joke. I couldn't quite work out what was reality, what was imagination, what was metaphor.
The book is apparently about Sylvia Plath, but I didn't get far enough into it to find out anything about her.
I rate this book as a 1, despite the great reviews.