Somewhat conflicted about this collection, only because had she not died and become a major author posthumously, these would have for sure been kept locked away somewhere or tossed out. However, being the fascinated-by-Sylvia-Plath poser that I am, I just loved seeing how her journal entries just writing very descriptively about the day or someone's home or a person she ran into, translates into fodder for a story. The creative process is so interesting, in part because I feel like I don't have it :/ But my favorite story is the title story, "Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams". What a great title, first of all! And I think stories coming from personal experience in dark, uncomfortable places seem to make the best ones, or at least, give the best logs for that creative fire to burn burn burn.

Also, Margaret Atwood does a follow up essay about the collection in the end (eek!! I LOVE her!) and says what I think, almost to a 'T'.