Like the woman on the radio said, if you’ve ever felt different to everyone else, flet like you’re existing and observing and feeling something incalculable, something inexpressible, then this is the book for you.

There was a beautiful sentance by Mrs Ramsey when she was alone:

Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.

That is great. That sentance is what this book is about. I love the way it switches from one persons unfathomable depths to the next.

Page 153, chapter 7

This was a cool book, it was kind hard to read but cool. It goes so so deep. So so deep into everyone, into some highly entwined, very subtle relationships. I don’t know if I got the whole book, but I like the parts of it well enough. I found the more awake and alert I was when reading the better the book was.

I think this book edges on the kind of book that’s not for me, but it was close enough that I really enjoyed it. I like a book that flows along and takes me with it rather than one that’s a puzzle to be deciphered. Some people love those but I think that’s a bit weird.

Goodreads review: This is a powerful book, but very heavy. I found reading it in my usual bettime slot I could only manage five or so pages before the gentle arms of sleep embraced me. Not, that is, to say that the book is bad, it’s just its a lot on your prefrontal cortex.

It wasn’t until I had a few long spells on the train that I was really able to get into this, and boy, when I got into it I really did.

In this book there are very few major happening, and when they do happen they are a single sentance enclosed in square brackets at the end of a chapter. Most of the book goes deep, its made up of very deep 5 minute segments in characters heads. But that is what’s so cool about it, every one really is living their own life in their head. And we see a very small part of them, in fact a quote from the book can sum this up best:

Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.

Most of this book felt like poetry, it was very beautifully written, but not always the easiest to get your head around.