This was tedious.

I get that this is a classic, and that there are many people who look at it as a transformative novel and a stellar example of modernism. YAAAAAWWWNNN...
It's ironic that this book takes place over the course of just one day, because it felt like I was stuck in this book for years. It was dreadfully dull.

I've found that I don't enjoy the stream-of-consciousness writing style. I think playing with structure is great, but there has to be something, anything, that compels me to read and enjoy a book. This has no plot, vapid and pompous characters, and almost no dialogue to move the story along. It's 200+ pages of nothing but a bunch of insipid internal narrative.

The ONLY reason I was able to make it through this is I was listening to the audiobook while I was doing housework, and even then I contemplated DNFing. I'm really happy for people who read this book and love it. I wish I'd had that same experience, but I just didn't, and that's okay.