Possibly one of the shortest books that took me the longest time to read ever. Every time I picked it up I enjoyed reading it, but at the same time it was such a struggle. I enjoyed his economic language, beautiful descriptions, and reflections on a lost way of life, but at the same time I think it's his sparse, dry language and landscapes that made this so hard to get through. Maybe I just read it at the wrong time, but it will be a good while before I get around to continuing with the trilogy.