Today is the birthday of one of my favourite writers, Virginia Woolf. I could quote Wikipedia, but I hope anyone reading me knows who she is……

I first read her work in the early 1980s, when I was exploring the vast range of women writers the feminist movement had introduced me to. “Mrs. Dalloway” was how I discovered her, and it was a revelation – I felt I had read nothing like this before and it opened new doors for me to all kinds of literature. During that decade I devoured all her works, letters, diaries, biographies about her, other Bloomsbury alumni – truly this was a major obsession.

“Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.”

I revisited “To the Lighthouse” recently and found her prose as mesmerising as ever. She’s one of the greats and I shall always love her writing. Happy birthday Virginia!