Lighthouse

Lighthouse

She carries her beauty like a lighthouse
that sits on the barren rocks
She stands alone among the crashing waves
and casts her light to guide the brave


I just finished reading To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. It was another book about nothing. Nothing really happened and there was no dialogue really in the entire book. But after reading it, I realized that it indeed was a wonderful book. I wish that I could write like Woolf. At first I was overwhelmed by all the commas and just the flowy-ness of the words but now I have a great respect for it. That being said, I'm not looking forward to the other 98 books I need to read. I'm starting to realize that a lot of these books are going to be long and uneventful.