
I have not read anything by Virginia Woolf, but she is one of those writers that all readers have to hear about from time to time. I imagine that she has something like the sensibilities of Sylvia Plath.
The main item that I wanted to post, though, is her suicide note to her husband Leonard Woolf, which is a touching piece, and as is the case with Sylvia, I suppose that no negligible part of Woolf's fame lies in her suicide.
