A book you want to like, but can’t get into for whatever reason. Why can’t you get into it?
Sadly, it’s Siddhartha by Herman Hesse. I have been dying to find the time to read it for years. I finally made a start a month or so ago and I didn’t get very far. I still intend on reading it in its entirety, but now is not the time, maybe.
The language isn’t very flowery, it’s rather spare. You also never know what the intention of the author was, how he really wrote it, because I’m reading a translation. You just never know with translations…