Wow, what a reading. 
 Like Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway which become the inspiration of this novel, it is beautifully written, flowing, brimming with light. Wonderful how such a tiny detail could be described so...elaborately, and give us more understanding to the character and the story as a whole. The life of Virginia Woolf, Laura Brown, and Clarissa Dalloway who are so different in many aspects, yet so similar, smoothly sewed into one seamless quilt of feeling. Funny how I can enjoy a book with recurrent theme of suicide, death, and unsatisfying life (albeit it seems perfect from the outside) so much. 
 Reading this book is like a rambling on the countryside alone, enjoying the scenery, colors, smells, and at the same time feeling every fibre of our own internal aching. As selfish as it sounds, I think there are times when all we can think about is our existential longing, and other people are not mattered much. When we feel our life is so normal, we should be grateful, maybe someone out there dreaming of a life like this...but we feel so miserable. When we feel alone, plaster a fake smile for everyone to see, but knowing that they would not understand, even if they want to. For characters in this book, death is the answer, end to the meaningless life. How grateful I am when I look back to my own life and find that there is more than one way to perceive the meaning of one's life, and my life is not meaningless, afterall. 
 Simply put, it was really an enjoyable and thought provoking read. I think I want to watch the movie, too.