The God of Small Things
I read this on the plane back, to take my mind off the fact that the Ethiopian pilot seemed to be deliberately steering us through thunderstorms and turbulence (and on my second *ever* international flight, the bastard!)
Prospects were not good - I have no real interest in the history of India, or the problems facing the traditional Indian family in the modern day, and I usually have a strong aversion to books that seem to be recommended on the basis that they're easy, and aren't clever (the anti-intellectual revenge snobbery again.) But Roy won me over in the end - the linguistic playfulness, timeline-skipping and 'collage' style kept my head awake, while the characters (particularly Estha and Rahel, the twins,) really pulled me in. Some of the description was overplayed, but mostly it was stunning.
The most powerful sequence for me was when a young Ammu creeps back inside the house after one of her father's tempers to rescue "her new gumboots, which she loved more than anything else." Her father catches her, and shreds the gumboots before her eyes with her mother's shearing scissors. I was close to tears. Which was an apt time for my travelling companion to remark that both I and the pilot were "pissed-up bastards."