I took an unusual turn into Virginia Woolf, unusual because it felt like a very summery book, and we are in the dead of winter. It was a nice reprieve, as I found myself in a nice hot bath, reading through and imagining these characters playing out their parts in the beautiful environment with the ocean in the background. Virginia Woolf’s technique in this book is very different, with almost every paragraph switching character perspectives, giving us insight into their lives and minds. My mind was whirring as I read, and it meant that I almost always had to be in a certain state of mind before picking up this book again.
It was unusual and beautiful, but most importantly, it made me think.
“Let us again pretend that life is a solid substance, shaped like a globe, which we turn about in our fingers. Let us pretend that we can make out a plain and logical story, so that when one matter is despatched—love for instance—we go on, in an orderly manner, to the next. ”
Have any of you read this before? If so, what did you think of it in comparison to her other work? I took out another one of her books that I didn’t get around to reading, but I was wondering if it was similar. I quite enjoyed this. I would recommend if you want to get swept up in an unusual story with an unusual way of telling it’s story.