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3.44 AVERAGE
3.44 AVERAGE
challenging
emotional
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Complicated
challenging
informative
mysterious
reflective
sad
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Complicated
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
Aijai, ihana lukea Ginnyä pitkästä aikaa. En edes muista tästä mitään, liittyy jotenkin tyyliin, joka on kuin elokuvakohtauksia hitaalla ja tarkalla kameralla.
emotional
reflective
sad
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Loved the writing in this but found everything else about it just mind-numbingly boring
it’s so fun reading woolf’s early work bc she’s just like bursting with things to say, eat a butt james joyce this is what modernism should be
challenging
reflective
medium-paced
reflective
adventurous
emotional
inspiring
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I could just as easily have given this 2 stars as 5. The story seemed to stray and wander at times, and I got impatient for it to move forward. The entire time though, it kept my mind going, ruminating over story lines I could write myself, forming a textural landscape for my own narrative. And the writing was beautiful and activated all of the senses and emotions.
Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!!!!!!
I thought Orlando had become my favorite book but this is a close close close second. I feel so LUCKY I get to exist in the same time field as Virginia Woolf and I get to experience her grasp on the English language. Timeless depictions of unrequited love, anxiety, and young adult angst/insecurity through an incredible literary decomposition of time and space. Heavy on themes of queer gender, the relentless doom of womanhood, the fatal curse of motherhood, and the impossibility of an “identity” in a world of infinite and simultaneous experiences. The problem is insoluble. The observer is choked with observation. Its no use trying to sum people up. It is beauty alone that is immortal. This is life, this is life. Virginia Woolf is my idol and my sister in arms…
“It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.”
“What can be more violent that the fling of boughs in a gale, the tree yielding itself all up the trunk, to the very tip of the branch, streaming and shuddering the way the wind blows, yet never flying in dishevelment away? The corn squirms and abases itself as if preparing to tug itself free from the roots, and yet is tied down.”
“They never noticed her. She felt motherly towards them.”
“It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and watch them depart with such anguish, being shadows…. Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love”
I thought Orlando had become my favorite book but this is a close close close second. I feel so LUCKY I get to exist in the same time field as Virginia Woolf and I get to experience her grasp on the English language. Timeless depictions of unrequited love, anxiety, and young adult angst/insecurity through an incredible literary decomposition of time and space. Heavy on themes of queer gender, the relentless doom of womanhood, the fatal curse of motherhood, and the impossibility of an “identity” in a world of infinite and simultaneous experiences. The problem is insoluble. The observer is choked with observation. Its no use trying to sum people up. It is beauty alone that is immortal. This is life, this is life. Virginia Woolf is my idol and my sister in arms…
“It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.”
“What can be more violent that the fling of boughs in a gale, the tree yielding itself all up the trunk, to the very tip of the branch, streaming and shuddering the way the wind blows, yet never flying in dishevelment away? The corn squirms and abases itself as if preparing to tug itself free from the roots, and yet is tied down.”
“They never noticed her. She felt motherly towards them.”
“It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we are young, or growing old. In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and watch them depart with such anguish, being shadows…. Such is the manner of our seeing. Such the conditions of our love”