happy woes, The Waves

Now searching for the perfect deep red or deep purple pants. that are not skinny jeans. Thank you, Lanvin, for yet another thing that I just want to need. am also looking for purple lipstick/gloss a la Beth Ditto (I'm still a little obsessed) in LOVE.

Had mentioned earlier that I had just finished reading The Waves. Want to make a memo of it in here. Have always toyed with the idea of making an index of books i've read, or just a general collection, only because I'm bored and I like making lists, but.

It's hard to describe how it feels to read The Waves. How do you capture the exhilaration of discovering that someone has found a way to describe the tiniest and most unnoticed of gestures and actions that you thought only you ever thought about? Sometimes I had to hold my breath. The feeling is not unlike sitting on a beach and letting waves submerge your body.

The entire book made out of the ramblings and ruminations of six friends, sometimes about its seventh character Percival, who does not speak. There is not really any sense of a story, not like the current one I'm reading (Americana by Don DeLillo), but the words immerse you in a kind of stupor. I particularly liked the things she wrote for Bernard, in his Byron phase, and Jinny, although by the end of the book I felt for all of them, especially Neville who was heartbroken at Percival's death.

Not my first attempt at Virginia Woolf, but definitely my most determined. The previous book I had read was a collection of non-committal short stories (in which there were some true gems). But the book is definitely worth the effort. It took me a while to get used to Woolf's writing style, but in the third chapter or so I realised it was a fantastic way to fully expose a character, leaving him/her and the reader exceptionally vulnerable. And if I'm being perfectly honest, vulnerability is an addictive feeling.

"that would be a harrowing experience to call and for no one to come; that would make the midnight hollow, and explains the expressions of old men in clubs - they have given up calling for a self who does not come"

Will now move on to Mrs Dalloway, for many reasons the V Woolf book that I've been wanting to read for a long long time coming. Have read the first chapter at the Strand Bookstore at 12 st and Broadway, and am falling in love with it. Am falling in love with the bookstore too, which is more like a collection of all books ever written (for cheaper) than a shop selling books. I would buy the book from Strand (it's $6 for a brand new book, which is a really good deal) but right now I worry about the lack of space in my luggage. :/