I started reading Siddhartha because I figured it was a classic and it was philosophical and deep and shit like that. It's about a guy who goes in search of enlightenment and eventually finds it. I figured he'd find it in himself and it would just support my own beliefs and it would also go along with yoga guru Maureen's "peace is within each of us" schpiel.
I started reading Siddhartha. I never finished it. In fact, I was pissed off by the third page. The guy just sounded like a whiny brat, and I didn't want to put up with him for an entire novel. The dude is "born the son of a Brahmin, ... blessed in appearance, intelligence, and charisma," plus everyone he knows loves him, and still, he thinks he has something to complain about because he doesn't feel enlightened. He can kiss my ass.
So basically, I'm pretty sure I got the point of the book in the first three pages: be happy with who you are and what you've got. There. And I didn't have to suffer through 150 pages of whining. If there's anything else to learn from this book, please tell me and I might even go back and read it.