So how long is The Odyssey? It’s exactly as long as it needs to be to make you laugh, cry, and Google “what is a siren anyway?” in the middle of a coffee shop. It’s not a chore. It’s a road trip with a guy who has zero sense of direction but excellent survival instincts.
If you’re still scared of the page count, remember: my friend’s grandma read it in two days during a power outage. She said it was “better than the soaps.” That lady raised four kids and beat a bear with a broom. If she can handle it, so can you.
Bottom line: It’s a 12-hour commitment. Less than a season of Ozark. More rewarding than Twitter. And a thousand times more entertaining than a work meeting. Give it a shot. You’ll nod along when Odysseus ties himself to the mast to avoid singing sirens—because we’ve all done that with a podcast we didn’t want to turn off.
Now go. Read. And if you get lost, just follow the wine-dark sea.
