Sylvia Plath's Oven. Dilogy

My name is Sid Argo. My home is the city of Cork, one of the most conservative and religious in Pennsylvania. We have our own kind of Bible (it's called the Charter), which, when opened, will show you a set of rules on the first one hundred and fifty pages, including mandatory prayers, services, and prohibitions. Prohibitions on everything. You can't speak loudly on the street. You can't break the curfew. You can't miss religious gatherings. You can't. You can't. You can't. Nothing is allowed, except for the secret feeling of your own insignificance… But at the very end of summer, a new family arrives in the city, and something begins to change subtly but inevitably. My worldview, my beliefs… Everything is called into question. You, Florence Wurstile, question them. And for some reason, I believe you.