Anjin Tan Tan itibaren Pielgrzymowice, Polonya
Books whose titles are "the [worth-of-a-description character's] wife" in the title usually make me shrink away. They generally involve lots of pining and thoughtful crying, and I just can't really be bothered. I am so glad I gave this book a shot. Mystical, mythical, and grounded all at once, with plots woven around each other throughout, it's like a fairy tale for adults, and like a memoir from children grown too fast.
Michael Ondaatje is probably my most favorite writer, and this book proves why. I have never been so moved by literature as I am when I read his work. This novel is hauntingly sad, with such beautiful prose that makes you stop and reread it over and over.