While at the hospital, I finally finished The Hours, by Michael Cunningham. More famous, I think, for being made into a movie than anything else, but that’s not fair to a Pulitzer Prize winner, I guess — even if Nicole Kidman, Meryl Streep, and Julianne Moore were the leads. I didn’t enjoy the book. It was smoothly written, with interesting pacing, but since it’s built around Virginia Woolf, and deliberately includes her as a character while writing Mrs. Dalloway (whose original title was The Hours), perhaps I should have read that first. Per the academic site just cited: “Michael Cunningham’s novel of that title [The Hours] is a modern adaptation of Mrs. Dalloway, a fascinating read especially for those who know the Woolf novel.” Anyway, glad to have put this one behind me.