The other night I signed off early to crawl into bed and snuggle up with a good book. I ran my fingers over Salt: A World History, Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing, and Lies My Teacher Told Me, all of which I am in the middle of reading. It would be a nice feeling to finish a book.

Except, none of those were what I was needing. They were either too silly, or too clinical. I didn’t want history, I didn’t want chick-lit. I wanted to float lazily in a river of words that would rush around me, almost to the point where I feel overwhelmed. And who better to accomplish this than Virgina Woolf?

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The Hours has long been on my list of top 10 favorite movies, and I instinctively knew that my little heart would love the book even more.

Have you read Virgina Woolf? It’s an experience unlike almost anything else. If I were to film a commercial for one of her books, for this one in particular, it would begin on a crowded London street. Shoppers, motorcars, men, women and children would be zooming past the camera. The viewer would almost feel overcome by the intensity of the sights and sounds on the screen. The camera would move quickly from one individual to another, giving a quick glimpse into their mind. Just as you start to connect with that person, the shot would move to the right, to another passerby.

And then suddenly, everything would slow. The crowd would part slowly and Mrs. Dalloway would be seen, with the sun shining on her face. She would be holding her flowers, the new gloves she has purchased, and we would hear her questioning herself, her ability to host her party (although you as a viewer would understand that questioning her hostess abilities isn’t all she is doing). And then suddenly, it would all start back up again. The sights and sounds would once again overwhelm you. The pattern would repeat over, and over.

That is what reading Virginia Wool is like for me, and I revel in the experience. Are you a Virgina Woolf fan?

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