A review by trisha_thomas
Between the Acts by Virginia Woolf

1.0

Books are the mirrors of the soul.

I know that people love [a:Virginia Woolf|6765|Virginia Woolf|https://d.gr-assets.com/authors/1419596619p2/6765.jpg]. There are fan clubs, book clubs and tea parties that, I'm sure, devote countless hours to admiring her. I know that there are numerous years of college courses and dissertations all about her as well.

I also know that I will never be sent an invitation to any of these parties.

Her stream-of-consciousness writing just...it isn't for me. Our intro is just a huge cast of characters we fleetingly jump in and out of their thoughts and round and round the room we go. There's awkward ramblings of love and hate and distrust and wonders about everyone's motive. There are preparations for a play but also a lengthy few pages about whether the fish for lunch will be fresh 100 miles (or is it 35 miles?) from the sea.

I'm glad it was short.