A story about Virginia Woolf
I’ve met her through her writing. She’s remarkable and has changed my life. I’ve gone to her for comfort countless times in her novels and in thinking about her. I love the beauty behind her words and how each moment she writes about is important to her characters no matter how trivial they seem to an observer. Sometimes the prose gets somewhat dull, especially to those who are just beginning to read her work, but there is this sense of “I must keep reading” because the very next sentence (or paragraph, or page, or set of pages) will be a gem. I love that feeling. I love her.

