My rather unepic story about my failure to read a book!

I started this book with high expectations that I would finish. I'd read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, so I thought why not try one of J.R.R. Tolkien's other classics.
How wrong was I! I started reading the first chapter and after 3 pages I was completly confused as to what was happening. I decided to stick at it, I thought perhaps if I continued it would make more sense. but it didn't, so leaving the unfinished chapter I went about my business.
I came back to the book later on and tried to continue from where I left off, but that was no good either. I started again but with no more success than the first time round.
So I gave up, it's sitting in the book shelf inbetween Terry Pratchett and Douglas Adams and that is where it will stay.