A Room of One's Own, and Three Guineas

This is my first time reading Woolf's nonfiction. I mean this word literally: she is a wonderful writer. She makes me think of something Rilke once wrote about being affected “by every creaking of the floorboards.” Reading Virginia Woolf makes the world feel as wondrous and colorful and witty and dangerous as a Studio Ghibli film. Reading Virginia Woolf feels like watching Spirited Away.

This may or may not be a perfect book; I'm not well-versed enough in modern feminism to judge Woolf's attitudes. But I read some of the predictions she makes, the kind of women writers she envisions in the future, and I feel like I've been watching them come true in the lives of the women writing today that I'm privileged enough to know.

My god, just read it. It's short and it's magic.