"There's no continuity and the world I have come from is utterly foreign to me. I haven't heard its music, seen its paintings, I haven't read its books , except for the handful I found in the refuge and of which I understood little. I know only the stony plain, wandering, and the gradual loss of hope. I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct." 

This is one of those books you can pick up and reread, multiple times. One of those books you can leave laying around and just pick up and read a line here or a paragraph there. It's not very long and can be read quickly. But you won't want to. 

I enjoy reading a story where I, as the reader, am as confused about what is going on as are the characters. There are many unanswered questions that you are only able to speculate about. The plot is simple, the emotions are not.