"A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man" by James Joyce
I was excited to read this classic but I ended up hugely disappointed.
Mainly because of my total undifference to the two main themes of the novel: religion and patriocism.
I can try to understand the struggle of someone diverging from such strong cultural artifacts. But my interest for them is comparable to the eternal question of how many angels can dance on the head of pin (zero by the way, angels do not dance. It is not a holly activity).
I feel really let down by this book, maybe another case of over hyping ?