Johnny Panic and The Bible of Dreams

Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams is a collection of short stories by deceased poet and writer Sylvia Plath. It was initially published in 1977 as a collection of thirteen short stories, including the title story.

As more of Plath's work was unearthed down the years, a second edition was published with many new stories. The second edition is split into four parts, and includes many new stories, some of which were very personal to Plath. As Plath's husband at the time of her death in 1963, fellow poet and writer Ted Hughes managed the publication and distribution of all her unpublished works, including her poetry.

English Band Tears for Fears has a song named after this work in their album The Seeds of Love.

Works by Sylvia Plath
Poems
  • "Ariel"
  • "Daddy"
  • "The Munich Mannequins"
  • "Tulips"
  • "Two Lovers and a Beachcomber by the Real Sea"
  • "Lady Lazarus"
  • "Ennui"
Poetry collections
  • Ariel
  • The Colossus and Other Poems
  • Three Women: A Monologue for Three Voices
  • Crossing the Water
  • Winter Trees
  • The Collected Poems
  • Selected Poems
  • Plath: Poems
Prose and novels
  • The Bell Jar
  • Letters Home: Correspondence 1950–1963
  • Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: Short Stories, Prose, and Diary Excerpts
  • Superman and Paula Brown's New Snowsuit
  • The Journals of Sylvia Plath
  • The Magic Mirror
  • The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Children's books
  • The Bed Book
  • The It-Doesn't-Matter-Suit
  • Collected Children's Stories
  • Mrs. Cherry's Kitchen

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