Virginia Woolf (1927)
My book club’s last selection of the year was a true revelation for me. Not only was I able to get all the way through this book, but I loved it! My reaction completely surprised me since ten years ago I abandoned this book in frustration. (“Ack, the sentences go on for-EVER! It’s not ABOUT anything!”) This time I found the language a welcome and rewarding challenge. I thoroughly enjoyed Woolf’s style as it compelled me to relish her words and reflect on what I was reading. Soon, I plan to purchase my own copy of this book; I’ll place it on the shelf next to my other favorites and look forward to reading it again and again.
