I’ve just finished re-reading ‘Orlando’ by Virginia Woolf. It always lifts my spirits to read it because it’s so funny and fun, joyful and playful (not words I often associate with Woolf, much as I love her.) I was prompted to read it again thanks to a lovely new Folio edition as you can see in the picture with the pooch lurking in the background.
In the introduction to this edition, Jeanette Winterson gets the appeal about right:
Reading Orlando is a pleasure. It is like sitting up all night by the fire with an old friend and a bottle of wine, where the talk is easy; whether of great things or small, and when, as morning comes, you feel better.