Austerlitz by Winfried Georg Sebald
This novel made the top 20 for the decade in that recent Millions list, and it set off a minor chat in the literary blogosphere, mainly because at least one blogger whose reading ability far outreaches mine basically said she didn't want to finish it. I finished it, and I liked it (althought it's not in my top 20, obviously). Of course, because the book has no chapters, a bookmark is essential. But I loved the way it moved from Belgium to Wales in memory, and how it seems to have hit the right note of regret and disconnect that the 20th century exemplified. The author died in a car crash right after the book came out, which made this an even more compelling read.
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