I’ve been curious about this ever since reading Bunny by Mona Awad; one of my favourite books. It kept referencing The Waves and I didn’t even know what the premise of it was, just that it eluded to a pretty heavy melancholy.

I loved everything about this. Sinking into rich prose and layered meaning is my absolute favourite thing in this world, and this is all that, all the time. I’ll be rereading it, without a doubt.

What a fantastic concept for a book. I have done plenty of reviews what I talk about first person narration being interesting, but flawed or unreliable. We miss so much as an audience and as individuals when we aren’t privy to a perspective outside of ourselves. We lack a very fundamental component to our humanity, I think. We have to be perceived and consume that information to really form any sense of a whole.

The Waves takes this to heart, pivoting point of views in same situations, showing the differences of interpretations and the impacts the same event can have on a person is done so well here. Then the added component of this insular group speaking on and interpreting their friends across a lifetime - and the added component of it being what? autofiction / memoir / biography, is just so satisfying at a meta level as well.

It is fairly incredible to me how progressive this and To the Lighthouse feel, but especially this one. Certainly makes Woolf one of my all time favourites.