Yesterday evening I finished The Wife, book 2 of Kristin Lavransdatter. What can I say… it was kind of trippy! I thought it was far more interesting than the first book, but some of the drama was a bit much for me. I have more to say which I’ll probably save for a (spoilery) video review.
Now I am turning back to Woolf with Mrs. Dalloway. I like Woolf so far; there is something in her writing that speaks to me, but it’s hard to describe what. Maybe it’s the nostalgia, or the voice of an intellectual woman sharing from such a fascinating time in history. This book was first published in 1925, nearly a hundred years ago, but it doesn’t seem that remote at all.