I did not want to read this book. It intimidated me and I thought it would be boring. I was on the Lower East Side at like 3 AM, whining about how it would take me an hour to get home and I didn't have anything to do, so my friend gave me this book and I started reading it out of boredom, waiting for the F train. It exponentially got better and more exciting and I was totally surprised how much I loved it and how much it made me think. The best part was within in the 2 days it took me to read, I was walking on and got hit on by two guys. ("That girl is reading Kafka, awesome!" and "Nice book.") Is that what I have to start doing now? Carrying a Kafka book around? What else he got?!