I think it's so cool that the first half of the book manages to cover like 50 years worth of time and the other half describes one single evening, hopping between the perspectives of the various characters which the reader has gotten to know in the first half. One thing I found slightly irritating, although I think it was definitely done on purpose, was the fact that throughout the entire book, there was never direct communication of the characters' inner thoughts to each other. But not just their inner thoughts, even their surface-level silly thoughts were never communicated, and the sentences which they said to one another were always half finished, disrupted or non-sensical. So while one was within the perspective of one character, one knew, from being acquainted with another character's perspective earlier, what the other character may be thinking, but the characters themselves never reached any level of understanding. The book actually felt really lonely, despite it being full of social interactions, because they were all absolutely absurdly irrelevant to what all of the characters were truly thinking and feeling. Whether there is some message about society Virginia Woolf wanted to convey by doing this, I don't know, but sometimes it made me want to throw this book on the ground and just shake the character's by the shoulders to wake up and get a grip.