A review by quitenerdyblog
Between the Acts, by Virginia Woolf

3.0

Like with The Years, I felt an immense sadness on finishing this, because of the shadows that loom large over it. One of those shadows is the deliberate setting of this in June of 1939, but the other terrible shadow is Woolf's death, before this novel was even published. The blurb put it in my head and I couldn't get it out after that. That meant by the time I finished the novel, I shocked myself by how sad I was. Even though I still have more Woolf to read, I felt like I had reached the end of her. In finishing Between the Acts, I had this horrible feeling that I'd killed Virginia Woolf.