In Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own, she raises a question: What if Shakespeare had a sister?
Woolf was writing in a time where women were finally coming into their own as artists, whether it be in literature, music, or art. I liked reading this, but you have to appreciate literature and history (like a true English major :)) to enjoy this at all.
We have started reading Swann's Way by Marcel Proust. I won't lie; I can see why Lorelei didn't finish reading it. I'm still working on it, but it is a different read for me. Proust goes into so much detail about side thoughts and memories that I have a hard time keeping track of where we are.
Don't get discouraged! We can do this!
