Things I Like — Virginia Woolf
If you told Dumas-loving-14-year-old me she’d ever be into the Hemmingway-Iceberg theory of modern novels and unspoken things she’d give you the squinty-two-eye.
If you promised tightly-wound college me she’d indulge in meandering, obtuse sentences as long as the night which go nowhere at all (and that’s beautiful) she’d laugh derisively.
If you tempted the reigning kids lit queen with plotlessness built of emptiness and knowing she would’ve been tolerant, but rather bewildered that the world needs more darkness rather than light.
I am glad Virginia waited until I was ready. I couldn’t have loved her before now.
Que Sera Sara? 