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My blog has hit over 4,000 views. In the two years that I've been writing here I never actually reckoned anyone would read it. I don't actually know what people think when they read these really odd words from my head but *waves*. It's nice to see you here. If you ever actually want to say hey then I have a twitter on which you can contact me: http://www.twitter.com/paperbookmarks

This summer seems to be all about the big numbers; I'm tackling the legend that is Ulysses by James Joyce. Well, I say I am tackling, I haven't actually started it yet but these are my feelings about it:
















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I've heard it's rather a challenge but hey ho, I'm going to try.

Among the sea of Ulysses I will be dabbling in many a-book over summer; page after page tumbling into my head. I'm hoping to get back into the mode of devouring books - it's been a while. Since finishing university for the year I've been wiped and am currently in a bit of a reading slump.

However, life is bustling and I'm so excited for the summer to properly begin. Oh, and I'm turning nineteen this week which (despite the grumblings of some of you out there) feels big. And grown up. (Though I'm pretty sure adults don't say 'grown up' so I'm pretty sure I'm not one yet...)

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