Another Woolf novel that has utterly failed to make any impression on me. Some friends gather at a house in Scotland and talk about going to the lighthouse in the bay. And that is all.
The three stars are mainly for part 2, "Time Passes", which struck me as a very beautiful lyrical passage about loss and decay. But I do not have any other opinions: I neither liked nor disliked this book. Just one more Modernist text to read for my course.