I'm like 40 pages into this and I don't think a book has ever made me feel this giddy and happy
I know that precise feel, m80.
Half-way through at the moment and loving it.
I find the young Dedalus' relationship with Catholicism particularly interesting as I struggled with, and eventually abandoned, the faith in my mid-to-late teens, but now find myself with a covert yearning for some of its aspects.
Particularly love the passage in which Stephen dreams about Mercedes, and the other where he spills his spaghetti on the tram, returning from a birthday party with a girl.
His prose is so light-hearted and silly and pretty even when the story is sad, and he uses cute little Irish baby-talk words and he describes certain things from my childhood so vividly that I fully remember them again
I also loved the first 50 pages or so, and I sincerely hope you enjoy the rest of the book, but the style changes pretty drastically as Dedalus grows up. Whether or not you think that's a good thing, the first chapter is definitely the only charming bit about the book.