luckyfilbert asked:

Hmmm. 2,15, and 28?

2. Favourite female writer.

Virginia Woolf. Hands down. I read basically all of her books for a tutorial at Oxford and the experience blew my mind. I basically wrote 8 essays about novel structure and it was SO FORMATIVE. Sob. EDUCATION. Also, To the Lighthouse is my favorite book, to the point where I basically have it memorized, and I read A Room of One’s Own at exactly the right age. She is essential.

Secondarily: George Eliot, Charlotte Brontë, Zadie Smith, etc etc.

15. Favourite lay-out design.

Charlotte and I have both squinted at this and concluded that we have NO IDEA WHAT IT MEANS.

28. A book that was a waste of your time.

The Mayor of Casterbridge, except insofar as it convinced me to NEVER READ ANY OTHER THOMAS HARDY EVER AGAIN IN MY LIFE. Except that I will probably still read Tess at some point, so yes: a waste of time.

What is the meaning of life? That was all — a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse (via bookmania)