The typical case of a novel I've read many years ago. I'm talking about a long and hot summer in which all I really wanted to do was playing basketball all evening long at the closest playground.
But I spent the afternoons on this book and at that time Heart of Darkness bored me a lot.
Of course, I can't deny that perhaps I was too young to understand what Joseph Conrad wanted to tell me.
I will read the novel again in my late fourties, maybe.
There are too many excellent books to discover around me.