Mrs Dalloway is on my Literature reading list. After 4 pages I'm finding it hard to read. Don't get me wrong, it's not unreadable, I actually like Virginia Woolf's style of writing. It's just the way its starting out, its like reading into my future. A prediction of what my life could be.

It's depressing when literature begins to mock your own life. Your own turmolt and confusion. Your emotional security. Shaking your sense of unsureness. Making you question whether you made the right practical choice to stay in your little practical world and be happy.

*Later edit*

I'm on to page 10 now. Taking a deep breath and trying to detach myself from the story... although that's not the right way to read books, is it?