I’m gonna throw it out there: Virginia Woolf was hot. I’m not talking just good looking, she was smokin’. (one need only notice how I pulled off the “g” and supplemented it with an apostrophe to see how serious I am).

Wasn’t she suicidal you may say? Yeah, maybe, but aren’t the good looking ones always crazy?

In this 2010 year, I nominate Virginia Woolf for hottest literary giant to date. Feel free to comment.