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3.79 AVERAGE
3.79 AVERAGE
It's as if life is itself one of the elements of life. Which way will you use it?
medium-paced
I will place this squarely in the “sad beach literature” category where so many of my 5 star reads fall.
Suggest reading this at the end of August.
Beach week in the 1800s.
Took me a while to get through just because of the language and it being a classic and all, so not a quick read but extremely beautiful.
Suggest reading this at the end of August.
Beach week in the 1800s.
Took me a while to get through just because of the language and it being a classic and all, so not a quick read but extremely beautiful.
I have been reading this book on and off for months. At first I thought of stopping but could never quite put it away. When I could get into the novel it felt like poetry and I wallowed in it. It just needed more dedicated focus than I had. I can't say I "really liked it" but I more than liked it on some level too. Glad I finished!
woolf has a magnificent grasp of interpersonal subtleties, and she plays with time scale like taffy, milliseconds expand to fill an entire page, and years are blown into nowhere. for such a sad book, woolf seems to carry the story with a kind of unsentimental coldness that is really pleasant and addictive.
made me feel things, vet inte riktigt vad
edit: jag vet vad! Woolf menar att meningen med livet är de små ögonblicken, de korta sekunderna man vill ska vara för evigt. And I agree
edit: jag vet vad! Woolf menar att meningen med livet är de små ögonblicken, de korta sekunderna man vill ska vara för evigt. And I agree
It took me a minute to get into it, but I'm so glad I stuck with it. I read this at the right time in my life, and I think as I revisit it at different ages, I'll get something different from it every time. A beautiful book and I will be thinking about it for awhile.
I'd wanted to read this because it was set on Skye, which was probably the wrong reason as I came to this book expecting the wrong thing. I'm not even sure if it really is set on Skye as they only ever refer to the Hebridies, which cover several Scottish islands. And either way, there was no atmosphere of Scotland whatsoever - it could have been set on the south coast of England for all I knew or cared.
I don't think Virginia Woolf is a writer I'm going to get into in a big way. I can see it's a wordy, well-written piece of literature, but I didn't get into it that well, sometimes felt like it was trying to be too clever for its own good, and was, quite frankly, relieved when I got to the end.
Mr and Mr Ramsay and their 8 children, plus various random people are all staying at the summer house by the sea. I lost track of who was who as from word go you dot about from one person's head to the next (as is her style) so it's quite hard to find your bearings. So they hang about, analyse each other and have a marvellous time. All the men think they're intellectuals and look down their noses at the women. I liked Lily Briscoe the best - she had the most depth, wanted to do things for herself and didn't seem to think that marriage and motherhood was the be all and end all of life.
Then we skip ahead years and various characters have died, and the house isn't visited and is just forgotten about like the unwanted Christmas puppy. So it falls into ruin. And then some of them are there and they finally get in a boat and go to this sodding lighthouse. The end.
I don't think Virginia Woolf is a writer I'm going to get into in a big way. I can see it's a wordy, well-written piece of literature, but I didn't get into it that well, sometimes felt like it was trying to be too clever for its own good, and was, quite frankly, relieved when I got to the end.
Mr and Mr Ramsay and their 8 children, plus various random people are all staying at the summer house by the sea. I lost track of who was who as from word go you dot about from one person's head to the next (as is her style) so it's quite hard to find your bearings. So they hang about, analyse each other and have a marvellous time. All the men think they're intellectuals and look down their noses at the women. I liked Lily Briscoe the best - she had the most depth, wanted to do things for herself and didn't seem to think that marriage and motherhood was the be all and end all of life.
Then we skip ahead years and various characters have died, and the house isn't visited and is just forgotten about like the unwanted Christmas puppy. So it falls into ruin. And then some of them are there and they finally get in a boat and go to this sodding lighthouse. The end.