I felt pretty ambivalent about The Hours. On the one hand, I related to a lot of the little bits and pieces of the very female lives depicted. On the other, I found some of the writing and conceit to run on the prosaic and mundane side. The intertwining of these lives seemed ambitious, and I felt Cunningham didn’t exactly pull it off. Including Virginia Woolf seemed arbitrary and enlarged the scope of the book so much. I would have liked more fictionalized Virginia. Her character seemed almost careless when the other two women were connected so deeply, and Laura’s reading a Woolf novel seemed too tenuous a thread to connect all three women. And the three women seemed to beg to be connected.