Mrs Dalloway

I struggled all the way through with the blending of stream of conciousness and third-person omniscience. It jumps back and forth between characters, to a guy walking down the street, to someone who never even makes an appearance aside from her one random thought. Additionally, each character's thoughts were identical to the next–they were merely the thoughts of Virginia Woolf. The opening scenes were the most interesting and least confusing of the book; after that, it all went downhill for me.