To the Lighthouse

by Virginia Woolf

i have mixed feelings about this book. two thirds into the story, i was taken by surprise and very much impressed by her seemly casual handling of the sudden turns of events and identified with the author of the unpredictability and frailty of life. My expectation went up, too, only to be let down by the final part, which turned out to be tedious repetition of the first section - any melancholic/poetic sentiment cultured earlier was washed away by the end.