9. Mrs. Dalloway - Virginia Woolf
Who's afraid to be cliche?
I'm a little excited that I got Virginia Woolf on the first go-round. Honestly, I was certain that I would draw fucking Proust or Moby-Dick and spend all summer entrenched. But I can do Virginia Woolf. I'm a feminist. I walked five miles today and then cleaned the house so my brain is shmooshy, otherwise I would have more to say here.
The List describes the book like this:
Septimus’s suicide doesn’t spoil our heroine’s stream-of-consciousness party.
Sounds like a blast.
Has Nelly Plum read it?
No fucking clue. I'll ask her.
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