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One of those books that makes such an impression, describing what particularly struck you so much feels almost impossible. If I had to describe this book, I would say it's like falling asleep as a child in the backseat of a car at night, listening to your parents talking. Or maybe lying on the couch on a summer's day, memories passing to and fro, a random view from the window catching on you. I don't think I've ever read a book that deals so deftly with memory, which mimics so beautifully the way people think, the cadence of thought.

I also loved the way the characters fractured and came together, to be in one and in nothing. And the way that this changed

- the shift from point of view to point of view stagnating - when Mrs. Ramsey passes.

But none of these things really captures this book, or why I loved reading it so much. It's just, unlike anything I've ever read. It's difficult to describe because life and thinking and feeling is difficult to describe. Eventually I might get my thoughts in order, but for now I am merely adrift on thoughts and feelings and the sense that this book may be the best I've read this year.

pocketfullofsunshine's review against another edition

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4.0

As opposed to James Joyce, I enjoyed Virginia Woolfs use of stream of conciseness more. Her use of it made more sense to me, as well as seem to mimic the lighthouse itself.

idkclau's review against another edition

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2.0

no sé si es que soy subnormal o qué pero me he aburrido como una ostra… perdóname virginia… literalmente me lo he terminado únicamente porque mientras lo leía estaba escuchando el audiolibro narrado por nicole kidman y me relajaba, porque de lo contrario lo hubiese dejado a las 30 páginas