After I gave up trying to cling to a plot or any deep character development, I enjoyably snuggled into Woolf's prose, meandering from description to description until the close of the book. The dialogue in the book never quite did it for me, and I found myself annoyed by it, wanting to get back to the landscape. If I ever re-read this, I would have liked it more because I would have known what to expect from this experimental piece.The only part of the book that captured me was Greece, near the end. I saw a glimmer of Jacob there, his wants, his shortcomings. I did catch sarcasm from Woolf in regards to Jacob's literay and aesthetic taste.
Read this for Woolf's beautiful descriptions. Don't expect anything to really happen.