Virginia Woolf, killing it as usual

"Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners."

–Virginia Woolf

Reading "A Room of One's Own" right now (another of those "how I have not read this book yet, I must rectify this situation" books) and just came across that gem.

I'm finding "A Room of One's Own" surprisingly charming, surprisingly modern and accessible, and also the descriptions of a woman trying to find any semblance of a scrap of equal footing in an Oxbridge setting in the first decades of the twentieth century make me want to reread Dorothy L. Sayers' "Gaudy Night" posthaste.

(This is one of three books I'm reading simultaneously, as usual, in my nonexistant free time, I'm not even sure how I'm pulling this off...)