Sunday, January 15, 2012
The Hours by Michael Cunningham
I have to start off by saying I've never read anything by Ms. Woolf. And from this book I'm tempted to read her biography. How hard of a life it must have been feeling and or needing to accomplish something as hard as writing a novel. To some authors I'm sure it's just an every day thing to crank the pages out, but to have to deal with your alter ego.....shew that's a mess.I also must say that I think you must be of sound mind and a non-depressed person to read this book, because in some places it just got me down. Way down too. The hours are just passing us by. Seriously, I'm freaking 38 and can't tell you where the time has gone. Why is it as adults the time flies by but when we're children the phrase: It will take till Christmas to get here and that means a long time? When we as adults know it's around the corner? I'm glad I joined up for this ring and totally forgot about being on it.Now off to the next person!