Fiction - 1st Person



This is an excerpt from The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath, featuring first-person narration.

Vocal Characteristics



Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)


North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
it was a queer, sultry summer. The summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs and I didn't know what I was doing in new york. I'm stupid about executions and that's all there was to read about in the papers, it had nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help wondering what it would be like. I thought it must be the worst thing in the world. I knew something was wrong with me that summer. I was supposed to be having the time of my life, I was supposed to be the envy of thousands of other college girls just like me all over America look what can happen in this country, they'd say A girl lives in some out of the way town for 19 years, so poor she can't afford a magazine and then she gets a scholarship to college and ends up steering New York like her own private car, only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself, I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolley bus. I guess I should have been excited the way most of the other girls were, but I couldn't get myself to react. I felt very still and very empty. The way the eye of a tornado must feel moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo