Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett (nothing happens.)
Underworld by Don Delillo (longer than some of his other works, but just as eclectic and postmodern. i love don delillo.)
Narcissus and Goldmund by Hermann Hesse (beautiful and surprisingly relevant even if grounded in medieval and religious contexts)
Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver
The Days Are Just Packed: Calvin and Hobbes #8 by Bill Watterson (had an undue influence on my childhood and i’m glad it did, i absolutely love these collections)
Angle of Repose by Wallace Stegner (my favorite pulitzer prize winning book, after confederacy of dunces and shipping news. makes me want to go back to the forest service or at least back to colorado)