What better way to ease my anxiety about what is to come, about the toll this pandemic will take in terms of lives and quality of life and how it may change us, than to look toward a story from the past, written by one of my favorite authors.
The longing for “a room of my own” inspired me to re-read Virginia Woolf’s famous essay
The problem with last year’s reading list was not in failing to read all the books but in thinking that not reading them all was failure.