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Moments of Being by Virginia Woolf.

Last weekend I finished Moments of Being by Virginia Woolf, a collection of autobiographical writings (edited by Jeanne Schulkind, and first published in 1972, and again with new material in 1985). It's divided into three: 1. Reminiscences, from 1907.2. The Memoir Club Contributions: 
22 Hyde Park Gate, 1920 or 1921.Old Bloomsbury, 1921 or 1922.Am I a Snob?, 1936.3. Sketches of the Past, 1939 - 1940.It largely focuses on the early life of Virginia Woolf, from her birth to around 1907, and it also gives biographical details of her parents, Leslie and Julia Stephen. Before getting into it all, though, I think it might be helpful to have in mind who is who in Virginia Woolf's family:
The Stephens

It is, as I've said, a collection of writings: the 'Reminiscences', which would appear to have been started in 190

Ten Authors I Own The Most Books From

This week's Top Ten Tuesday is
Ten Authors I Own the Most Books from:Émile Zola (30) 
Of course Émile Zola is at the top: since reading Germinal in April 2012 I haven't looked back!
My Zola Books:
Claude's Confession Thérèse Raquin

The Rougon Macquart Novels
The Fortune of the Rougons, The Kill, The Belly of Paris, The Conquest of Plassans,
Abbé Mouret's Transgression, His Excellency, L'Assommoir, A Page of Love,
Nana, Pot Luck, The Ladies Paradise, Zest for Life, Germinal,
The Masterpiece, The Earth, The Dream, The Beast Within, Money,
The Debacle, Doctor Pascal

The 'Three Cities' Triology
Lourdes, Paris, and Rome.

The 'Four Gospels' (of which there are sadly only three)
Fruitfulness, Work, and Truth.

Two short story collections For a Night of Love, and Dead Men Tell No Tales.

Virginia Woolf (27)

Virginia Woolf is another great love of mine: I started reading her novels (the first being To The Lighthouse when I was in university, probably around 2002).
My Woolf books:

The Master and Margarita by Mikhaíl Bulgakov.

The Master and Margarita (Ма́стер и Маргари́та)by Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov was began in 1928, the manuscript burned (by Bulgakov) in 1930, began again in 1931, completed in 1940, and published in 1967 (having first appeared in the magazine Москва in 1966). It's a mixture of magic and mystery, fantasy and farce, against, largely, the backdrop of Soviet Russia. It's the exact sort of book that sends my rather literal mind running to Anthony Trollope, and a great deal of the time I could barely keep up: I found it so difficult. And yet I did like it: I liked it a great deal.

It begins with the ominous chapter heading 'Never Talk with Strangers' and describes Mikhail Alexandrovich Berlioz and Ivan Nikolaevich Ponyrev's encounter with Professor Woland, who is eager to prove the existence of Jesus. Within a few chapters, Berlioz is dead and it is revealed that Woland is the Devil, who has come to Moscow with his entourage, which includes Behemoth the talking cat (Beh…

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë (with illustrations by Edmund Dulac).

Last night I finished Jane Eyre: An Autobiography, the first title on my new (and not quite finalised) Classic Club list. It was first published on the 16th October 1847 under the pseudonym of Currer Bell and was Charlotte Brontë's first published novel (her first novel was The Professor, not published until 1857 after her death). 
Jane Eyre isn't just one of my favourite books: it seems everyone has a great deal of affection for it. Without a doubt it is one of the best books ever written, and one of the most read classics, so in a sense I feel this review is a little unnecessary. It's a special book, to me and to many: it was one of the first, if not the first, classics I've read and it's one of the few classics I love that I don't wish to study in some way (or any way). What I mean is when it comes to writing reviews for this blog I always have in mind what it is I want to write about, and then I do some reading around that area (what I read is linked at the …