“Absorbing, mysterious, of infinite richness, this life.”

finally i’m done with this horrible book. it took forever seeing how it was under 200 pages long. clarissa is throwing a party. we are involved in all the little details of her preparations to the actual party plus all the details of the people she meets’ lives. i admit the language is well and i really liked the character of septimus but that’s it. it seems like woolf thought when a woman marries she eventually loses her independence and meshes into her husband. did she feel this way about her own marriage or am i way off?

this is taking longer than i thought seeing how it’s under 200 pages. i have to keep reminding myself to read slow because otherwise i lose the whole meaning of the book.

I’ve got too much on my mind as of late to think as deeply into this one as it’s asking for. I’m sticking to lighter reading until I have some time off to really enjoy this.