Much more enjoyable than Mrs Dalloway*, that's for sure. There's a fine line here between soporific and lovely, but the natural setting is exploited to the fullest and I like that sort of thing so it worked for me. Still not particularly heavy on plot, but splitting the book into three sections (almost like three connected stories) has helped to keep Woolf's yen for shapelessness from getting too out of control. No coincidence, I think, that the shortest section (the middle one) is also the best. After two books, I've come to the conclusion that for me Woolf works best on a micro level. Her sentences can be beautiful, but there tends to be so much repetition that it bogs down the whole. Almost as if she doesn't trust readers to understand the smallest thing without hammering it over and over...

*Though I have been drinking orange juice and gin as I read this book. Alcohol probably helped it along.