This book is the perfect proof of the significant differences between Western and Eastern thinking. It's structure, style and methods of telling a story deeply differ from what we're used to in Western novels. This may be why it was so strange and slow for me to read. In no way is this novel a thriller, as it is marketed. It is more a philosophical and psychological look at the price genius, of being an outsider, of being different. Even though it has its merits, I found myself emotionally detached from the story. The enjoyment was mainly intellectual, and this isn't enough for me these days.