So much of this book went right over my head - it spans across 300 years and through the many lives of Orlando, who exists as follows: he is in the queen’s court, becomes a lord, falls in love with an androgynous Russian princess, becomes heartbroken, flees to Constantinople, becomes a renowned ambassador, lives among the Turkish gypsies, returns home to England to write, awakes as a woman, entertains famous literaries in her London home, marries, and then who knows what. The novel gets increasingly convoluted as it goes on, with the last chapter comprising of so many introspective abstractions that it is nearly impossible to tell what’s going on. But that’s the fun of it! It’s beautiful to read and reflects the ramblings of someone who has lived so much and desires to understand it all. I will definitely revisit in the future because I feel like there were so many key elements that I missed. Woolf’s prose is stunning, and this book is so unlike her other work that I’ve read (in a good way). She captures the spectrum that is gender in a way that is so refreshing for the time - definitely an underrated classic.