"Jacob is so hard to manage. Ever since his father, Seabrook Flanders, passed away, he has been a somewhat aimless boy. As Jacob grows, we watch his aimless spirit wander like a butterfly from flower to flower, sipping nectar, but never lighting for long in one spot. Nadia May reads Virginia Woolf's stream of consciousness--her cataloging of voices and images--with such force and authority that gradually in the poetry of these images, a character, albeit somewhat lost and stillborn, breaks through into a hollow world, exactly as Woolf intended. It is the narrator's assurance, as it was the writer's belief before her, that this stream of consciousness cataloging would produce both world and character, and so it does. P.E.F. (c)AudioFile, Portland, Maine"