Book 34: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

I think I've probably started reading this at various other times in my life, but never finished it. But this time, I had a great Audible recording of it to listen to while digging in the community garden and then driving across the country.



The recording was lovely, and some parts were interesting (the sermon on Hell accompanied my digging in the garden), but a lot of it was kind of dull. Sorry, James. Maybe sometime I'll try Dubliners, but I'm not going to rush out and get a copy tonight.