On The Road by Jack Kerouac. When Husband and I first got together, he bought me a copy and informed me that it was his Bible and I had to read it. It took me a few years, but I finally got around to it. The lack of paragraphs, the beat lexicon and the strange punctuation put me off for a long time, but eventually it got to the point where I could make no more excuses. And it was fantastic.
Kerouac is an excellent writer with an all too rare ability to draw the reader in and make them care. Largely this springs from his own blatant enthusiasm about his subject: in this case, being on the road; but the way he writes holds a charm and a potency that are unusual in an age of people who write for money.
Definitely worth a read. One of those books that shouldn’t be missed.