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This might be the sweetest book for adults I've ever read. It is as much a book about the Woolves as it is about Mitz, but Mitz is never a means to an end - she has her own autonomy, her own importance. It is a relief to read a non-fiction work about Virginia Woolf that doesn't mention her death, and to read about the daily lives of two prolific artists who had, relatively speaking, a calm and quiet existence together, in love.