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At this point... (Micro-blog 4)

As of me sitting, at 11:15 (right as I type this, the clock strikes 11:16 but really nobody'd strike me upside the head if I hadn't mentioned this) cross-legged on my bed and patiently waiting for the snow to potentially cut off the power, I have read up to about 4.5/5 (or as Kindle Cloud reader would tell me, I've read up to Location 11288 of 13882) of this gruesomely long book. Although it is rather long, I do commend James Joyce's writing, for instead of having to put down the book in frustration or boredom, I've only stopped reading because I had other homework that I nearly forgot about, or I was called to eat so I'd at least stay alive through the rest of this book project.

Some forced humour aside, I would say that sometimes this reading adventure has turned into a bit of a research project (I'm still looking up Greek phrases), although I wouldn't say I'm entirely complaining. In fact, I'd even get so lost into research that I'd forget that I'm supposed to be reading the actual book, and not the countless references to Homer's Odyssey (despite how much I might reference this poem in my blog(s), I'd prefer to stick with Ulysses even considering the differences in length).

Thalatta Thalatta! [The sea! The sea!] (A reference Buck Mulligan makes when overlooking the sea from the tower)


I've also managed to do less "page-staring" when reading this book. I don't know whether this is because of how riveting my read has been, or because of the mental image of what my grade will turn out to be if I don't finish. Nevertheless, I can safely say that I have successfully kicked 1 (one) old reading habit.
Homer's Odyssey depicting how this project will turn out if I do not finish accordingly

Honestly, I do believe that I have fared rather decently reading through Ulysses (at least, compared to any other high school student who would read this), however, not being a person who is as articulate as they should be, if you were to ask me in person how much I enjoy this book, I'd probably just say, "Yeah, it's pretty good."

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