“It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning.”
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I tried so hard to give this a fair chance, especially because it was our November club book. I found myself rereading pages over and over and still not able to follow what was happening because I couldn’t focus or care. I switched to audiobook, which made it a lot easier to keep up, but not more enjoyable to read. 

It took me a good while to realize Septimus was not a senile old man, but a young man with shell shock. His struggles and the ignorance of his doctor was perhaps the only bit of this I cared to follow. 

I really think I’m just not the target audience for Woolf’s style which does feel somewhat surprising to me. I feel bad that most of the club didn’t like it, but we’ll move on ☺️