A terrifying prospect

Tonight, after I do five thousand other things, I will begin to read Virginia Woolf's Orlando, and I must admit to finding said prospect a little bit terrifying. Woolf is pretty intimidating at the best of times, and the premise of this book makes me particularly uneasy in its oddness. I've been assured by many, however, that Orlando is readable, accessible, and upon reading the Woolf's preface, I've detected an ounce of humour. We shall see how this proceeds, but I'm crossing my digits that all goes well.