This is one that I have tried to read many times. I always thought that school interfered and found myself starting over when I had forgotten my place.
On the surface this appeared to be exactly the type of novel I would like: beautiful prose, immersion in another culture with tragedy and love. I wanted to love this book, but did not.
In the end, I did finally finish this novel, but it always felt like I was pulling myself through the pages. The language is beautiful, but I couldn't relate to the characters or the story. I am glad I finally finished it so I could move on.