"You must become so free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." -Albert Camus
Well, crap. I haven't read a complete book by either Joyce Carol Oates or Haruki Murakami. So, picking these were tricky.
Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?: I read this short story for a literature class I took a few years ago and then wrote a very long essay about it. There were so many interpretations and so many hidden meanings scattered throughout the text that I literally felt as if it were endless. She's a genius.
South of the Border, West of the Sun: I read this book when I was nineteen, but I wasn't able to finish it. It had absolutely nothing to do with the book itself, but time restraints placed on me. It was a library book for one, and something else happened that I can't remember, but seemed to prevent me from finishing it. One day I'll pick this up again, because I remember feeling so sad I wouldn't know the ending. I must know that ending.