Mrs Dalloway

This is the only Virginia Woolf piece that I have read and not loathed entirely, which says something by itself. However, I still find myself almost entirely unmoved by Virginia Woolf and her rambling, ridiculously long sentences. She is lauded for her skill at crafting sentences and describing things and yet I think it's ridiculous that someone who insists on saying an entire paragraph's worth of thought without once using a period is considered brilliant for it rather than... well, ridiculous. It gets to the point sometimes in Woolf's writing where I am jolted entirely from her prose because the beginning of a sentence and the end of it are on separate pages and the original thought is lost among the rambling, forcing me to go back and reread.

I cannot stand that.

Again, I liked this better than all the other Woolf I've read, but I can't say I'm a fan. I would never have read this had it not been required for class and I have to say I resented the teacher a bit for assigning it after I finished trudging through the mess of it all.