My boyfriend gave me this book as I was leaving for a semester to study abroad because he read it when he was studying in a different country and he really liked how it was about traveling and finding inner peace. I desperately tried to like it. It was difficult to like, and many times I wanted to put it down and tell him it just wasn't for me. I don't know what it was about it but I just really didn't want to read it most of the time.
I don't know whether it was because I found the narrator to be quite selfish most of the time or all the talk about Quality and romantic versus classic values just drove me crazy. All I know is that once I got half way through the book (which took me a good month) my only motivation to read it was to finish it so I could start a new book.