I read TBK in Thailand when I was 19. Being 19, surrounded by beaches and drunken young women, reading TBK, says it all about me really and most of it was completely lost on me. I just wanted to be able to say I'd read it, I suppose. As far as I recall the best bit is the bit everybody knows about with the grand inquisitor where Dostoevsky accidentally proves that god's a bastard or doesn't exist.