A Perplexing Read

I feel like I've been reading this book for 6 months when in actual fact it has been just under a month and after much struggling and determination I just can't keep reading it anymore and yet a part of me wants to keep reading it even though it's a torment. I feel as though if I stop reading I'm letting myself down and missing something. Perhaps it's because I want to know what's so good about Kafka. Why do I always seem to hear Kafka praised and nothing badly said about his writing? I have no idea, especially after reading this. I won't go as far as to say this was a waste of my time or a bad read it's just after reading 250 pages you'd like there to be some sort of point reached or what seems like a way to the point being made but I didn't feel like that. The characters are all mental and I felt that they were all just going around in cirlces. Then there's the dialogue. These are the longest conversations about the same thing said in a different way every few lines that I have ever read. Torment is the word for it and torment isn't the reason I read.