I hope my review won't offend fans of Mrs. Woolf and generally people who are more literature-inclined than myself, by I can't help saying:

Just WTF is this book about ? Making fun of the London "drawing rooms" society of 100 years ago ? M...kay, whatever.

I broke down 50 pages before the end, just couldn't handle it anymore. Never have I seen a book written in such a convoluted style, where at any given moment you'll find hard to understand who is narrating, and about what (s)he is narrating.

Why can't people write social criticism as lucidly as Tolstoy... I would *really* like to hear from people who enjoyed Mrs. Dalloway to share their insights - for I have surely missed something.