Well, the first time I was fourteen, and it was in French... and so later, when I was about 19, I thought, foolishly, that I might just have not been old enough to appreciate it or smart enough about the subtleties of my second language or something, so I tried it. Then last year in college I took an existentialism course, and it was required reading, and a different translation, so I figured what the hell. It's not a terrible book, the last time I read it I liked it better than the first 2 times ....... just... Thank whomever that Jay made me read the _Myth of Sisyphus_ or I would've never trid any other Camus.