Virginia Woolf

A Writer's Diary (1918 - 1941) - Complete edition

Notify me when the book’s added
To read this book, upload an EPUB or FB2 file to Bookmate. How do I upload a book?
This eBook features the unabridged text of ‘Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf — Delphi Classics (Illustrated)’ from the bestselling edition of ‘The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf’. Having established their name as the leading publisher of classic literature and art, Delphi Classics produce publications that are individually crafted with superior formatting, while introducing many rare texts for the first time in digital print. The Delphi Classics edition of Woolf includes original annotations and illustrations relating to the life and works of the author, as well as individual tables of contents, allowing you to navigate eBooks quickly and easily.
eBook features:
* The complete unabridged text of ‘Writer’s Diary by Virginia Woolf — Delphi Classics (Illustrated)’
* Beautifully illustrated with images related to Woolf’s works
* Individual contents table, allowing easy navigation around the eBook
* Excellent formatting of the textPlease visit to learn more about our wide range of titles
This book is currently unavailable
478 printed pages
Original publication


    Maria Putrishared an impression4 years ago
    👍Worth reading


    Said Sadikhovhas quoted5 years ago
    I enjoy almost everything. Yet I have some restless searcher in me. Why is there not a discovery in life? Something one can lay hands on and say ‘This is it’? My depression is a harassed feeling. I’m looking: but that’s not it—that’s not it. What is it? And shall I die before I find it? Then (as I was walking through Russell Square last night) I see the mountains in the sky: the great clouds; and the moon which is risen over Persia; I have a great and astonishing sense of something there, which is ‘it’. It is not exactly beauty that I mean. It is that the thing is in itself enough: satisfactory; achieved. A sense of my own strangeness, walking on the earth is there too: of the infinite oddity of the human position; trotting along Russell Square with the moon up there and those mountain clouds. Who am I, what am I, and so on: these questions are always floating about in me: and then I bump against some exact fact—a letter, a person, and come to them again with a great sense of freshness. And so it goes on. But on this showing, which is true, I think, I do fairly frequently come upon this ‘it’; and then feel quite at rest.
    caglakurtxhas quoted2 years ago
    I shall be attacked for a feminist and hinted at for a Sapphist;

    Sybil will ask me to luncheon; I shall get a good many letters from young women. I am afraid it will not be taken seriously. Mrs Woolf is so accomplished a writer that all she says makes easy reading … this very feminine logic … a book to be put in the hands of girls.
    caglakurtxhas quoted2 years ago
    good or bad I have just set the last correction to Women and Fiction, or A Room of One’s Own. I shall never read it again I suppose. Good or bad? Has an uneasy life in it I think: you feel the creature arching its back and galloping on, though as usual much is watery and flimsy and pitched in too high a voice.

On the bookshelves

Drag & drop your files (not more than 5 at once)