A review by viviansoucie
The Waves by Virginia Woolf

5.0

"This day is stark and stiff as a linen shroud. But it will soften: it will warm. At this hour, this still early hour, I think I am the field, I am the barn, I am the trees... I can not be divided, or kept apart..."
"The wave breaks. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rim of the rocks with whiteness: I am also a girl here in this room"