Suffice to say that To the Lighthouse made a deep impression. When I was reading the book I was absorbed, as in missing my train station absorbed. In between reading it played on my mind like an uncomfortable family drama. I will write more after a few days have passed, for the Woolf in Winter project.
I need a brief break from fiction and from Virginia Woolf, though I suspect her writing will play a significant part in the first half of my year.
Taking this gratuitous opportunity to post a current favourite painting: Delaroche’s Lady Jane.