This is my first foray into Virginia Woolf’s writing. I don't know quite why I have avoided her for so long. I probably wouldn't have picked up this slim volume if I hadn't read Vita Sackville-West’s novel All Passion Spent last month. Knowing of the close relationship between the two women, I decided to read this essay, partly because it was short and unthreatening and partly because it shared a theme with VSW's novel.
I can't honestly proclaim that I will plunge into Woolf's works immediately, but I will definitely stop actively avoiding them. She expresses her argument clearly and I am intrigued to discover what she did with her own room and legacy income.
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