I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
Truly a case of "me, not the book"- the writing was good, the plot original and interesting (esp. the world building), but I simply couldn't find my way into the story.
Might be my mood, my current condition (haven't slept well in a few weeks) or whatever.
I might try again at another time, but I am not sure.
There are just too many books out there.