I think we've all had this experience: we read a book that touches us in such a fundamental way, that we can't NOT tell everyone we know about it, and if it isn't a major bestseller, we can't understand why (this second emotion might happen more of course if you work in the publishing industry). That book, for me, is Light of Day, by Jamie Saul. Yes, it's a book we publish, but that is not why I love it. In fact, I avoided reading this book for quite a while, given the subject matter. It's about (and I'm giving nothing away here, as it happens in the first pages) a single father (Jack Owens) whose seemingly happy, well-adjusted, teenage son kills himself. The novel charts Jack's search to understand what happened and why, and Saul paints an achingly accurate portrait of parental love.
Whenever I heard the plot, I thought, "oh no, I can't read that book," but when I did, urged by so many others who loved it, I was tranpsorted. I read it in just a few days, sequestering myself at work one morning because I hadn't finished it on the way to work, and could not start my day without reading to the end. Because, although you know what happens from the beginning, the story of Jack's journey and grief reads like a mystery, and you find yourself racing to the end to understand why this tragedy occured and to see if and how Jack will come to terms with it.
Jamie Saul is available to call in to reading groups, you can email me at bookclubgirl AT gmail DOT com to request him. And, if you email me at that same address and and tell me about the book in your own life that you recommend to everyone you know, I'll send you a copy of Light of Day.