No matter what they cannot break my step.
I fought,
I scratched
And I believed.
I am still here no longer fighting,
But living above the battlefield;
breathing in the fresh air of victory as the wounds of war
Are but a mark of pride
And how strong I have become.
4/5
This is the only book of Virginia Woolf’s that I have read, and I really enjoyed it. Her style is called a ‘Stream of Consciousness’, and this is exactly what it is. The narration flows softly from psyche to psyche, and if you’re not careful then you’re carried all the way through the novel.
It is the story of a Victorian holiday home, and the family that inhabits it. What I really admire about Woolf’s writing is the way she can make the characters so disconnected from each other, and yet you can still feel the characters’ frustrations so vividly. It is clear why she has become a household name to so many, and I would happily read more of her style!
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