Why do I ask you to read a book? Why did you read whatever you did to get to wherever you are? You are beginning to sound like a "spook"rates, now.
My experience with paintings and pictures is never silence, but a vast richness of conversation, often dependent though on the “aesthetic grammar” used by the artist. Some inform me by demonstrating a vocabulary of new relationships I hadn’t noticed before, and some I feel I could inform. The latter inspire me to new work.
And the same may be said of written words. They have no intelligence, of course. they are ink on a page or dancing electrons. And they can be fulcrums for leveraging their own meaning into greater depths of understanding. The purpose of repetition, as my Mentor said, is penetration. So perhaps my words are unsuitable for you. I am hoping that your experience with food is far more tasty than your seemingly bland and blase lack of appreciation for words.
A book or a picture is always a reflection of the one experiencing it. A museum or a library is basically a hall of mirrors with “you” as their subject and object.
My guess is that, since I’m not sure I understand you when you tell me about this book, I’m pretty sure I won’t understand the book, either. However, if you were to discuss the meaning of the book with me. Well, then I’d have someone to explain things when I misunderstand. Or understand. Holy cow, Spocrates, what did you expect?