A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man has been on my TBR list forever simply because it's a classic. A friend disposed of it on me after she had to read it for class. When I own a book, I'm more likely to read it and I feel more obligated to consume it.
In a literature class during my last semester of college (March, to be exact), this was a required read. Needless to say I did not read it. =P I started it, though; 70 pages in, I graduated, moved out, adjusted to life, yadda yadda. I picked it back up today, starting where I left off (no way I'm suffering through the beginning again) and find myself continuing to not care. It's not likely caused by having taken a break because a long break is usually required for me rejuvenate my interest in anything.
Don't get me wrong; descriptions are wonderful. It's just that haven't been in tune with the novel since page 10.
Do I read a book simply to have said I read it and get it out of my sight guilt-free? Do I fulfill this obligation and continue the "plot" semi-consciously? Or is life too short to spend on this author? I know there are some Joyce-lovers (if not Joyce-tolerants) out there. There are also many people like me who despise every page of his. What would you do with this book? Dare I say cliff notes? Or is this the kind of story that's only agreeable with two glasses of wine? XD