I have so many of these. Mainly because when I find something I like I tend to wear it out.
I’ll go with Tender is the Night – Fitzgerald.
I actually haven’t read it in quite a few years, so my memory of it may be slightly tainted. Also possibly because it just makes me too damned depressed with life and growing older. I’m vain, the varnish is coming off and this book reminds me of my own human expiry date.
The interplay of characters, how they use each other – when I first read this I loved how vicious it was about people. Now…it just makes me kinda down that the truth is such an ugly thing.