To the Lighthouse
Impressions
- b3123927773shared an impression4 years ago
🔮Hidden DepthsWho’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? I wasn’t at first. But two chapters in I started fearing her and was not sure if I would ever make it through. going to be able to make it through the entire book. Maybe that whole modernist literature thing was simply not me. What I appreciate in literature are smart plots after all. And that’s what “To the Lighthouse” doesn’t offer at all.
But when I read more about the book, about Virginia Woolf, about her unique literary style of capturing what’s happening on the inside of her characters I decided to push reset and give it a new try. Now I’m glad I didn’t give up. The characters came alive. It’s a book about life, relationships and legacy. I admire how masterfully Virginia Woolf crafted her work. It’s definitely worth reading but it’s not an easy read. - Willie Kateshared an impression4 years ago
👍Worth reading🔮Hidden DepthsIt's a woman's mind.
Beautifully crafted. The story is pleasant, talking about ironically enough, unpleasant topics. The book shows how utterly necessary closures are. - b0243866297shared an impression9 years ago👍Worth reading
Great
Quotes
- Варвара Слугинаhas quoted5 years ago
follow her thought was like following a voice which speaks too quickly to be taken down by one's pencil - Stas Irodovhas quoted2 years ago
ndeed he seemed to her sometimes made differently from other people, born blind, deaf, and dumb, to the ordinary things, but to the extraordinary things, with an eye like an eagle's. His understanding often astonished her. But did he notice the flowers? No. Did he notice the view? No. Did he even notice his own daughter's beauty, or whether there was pudding on his plate or roast beef? He would sit at table with them like a person in a dream. And his habit of talking aloud, or saying poetry aloud, was growing on him, she was afraid; for sometimes it was awkward— - Stas Irodovhas quoted2 years agoshe felt, more and more strongly, outside that eddy; or as if a shade had fallen, and, robbed of colour, she saw things truly.
