I read this book over a period of 2 months. For me, that is a relatively long time because I usually finish books within a day (if it's really interesting) or a week (when it is heavy). Now apart from the book being a pretty difficult read by my standards, I had a whole host of other books that captured my attention over this period of time that distracted me, these included, "A Year of Biblical Womanhood", "Praying to the Goddess of Mercy", "Out of a Far Country" and "A Clean Breast".
Well, I first heard of Chesterton when Nicole Conner quoted him on Twitter. My interest piqued, I started googling him and discovered that he was an intriguing author. I read up about him on Wikipedia too. After that and some other considerations, I decided to purchase two of his books from bookdepository.com.
When I got this book, I began reading it immediately. It was tough. The writing was unlike any I had ever encountered. His subject was Christianity and his style was allegory. Now this might be pretty interesting but I wasn't used to it.
So in my recent vacation to Taiwan, I managed to squeeze in time to finish this book. I realised that the back part of the book was so much more interesting than the beginning. It was perhaps because he had finished his introductions, which consisted of snipes at other people among other things, which I wasn't too interested in reading.
The last couple of chapters gave beautiful and clever analogies and allegories on why Christianity made sense to him and turned him from an agnostic to a theist.
I'll start reading the second book I bought that he is famous for, The Everlasting Man, once I get through my other fascinating reads that my friends gave me for my birthday. I have at least 10 books to finish. Bliss!