This was the fifth book we read for my Virginia Woolf class, and it’s the second one I’ve completely read instead of just pretending to. I loved it! I think I loved it even more than I love To the Lighthouse, though they really are two different beasts. (Note: I’m not sure if I have to write a paper or not about Orlando, so I don’t want to get too deep into an analysis (just in case I need it later), but I’ll talk a bit about the book as if I wasn’t preparing to write an essay.) Orlando is, like I said, a completely different sort of thing from…