I remember then, the second summer, asking myself if I would remember that as the summer of The Waves and I do, and I do not know what it will be like to go through it again.

That's really, really real. I am still consuming new-to-me Woolf and thus haven't re-read anything besides Room, but she is so clearly strengthened by re-reading that it is very much a question of: do I want my whole being dredged up from the sea and shaken loose this week? Hmm.

!¡! Petal boats !¡! I loved, oh, so much of all of it (clearly), but the foundering boats and the caverns and Susan's ship alone was not quite heartbreaking and not quite delightful, but something in that arena of words.