I really, really struggled to come up with one for this one. I am very loyal to my favourite authors. Still, I remember how disappointed when The Marriage Plot was released. Jeffrey Eugenides only releases one book a decade and then due to personal budget constraints, I had to wait for the paperback. I managed great self-control and held-off reading it in the book-shop, finally got it home and … hmm. The Virgin Suicides was the defining read during a period of teenage grumpiness and angst, then Middlesex represented a real moment of awakening when I was living in France in my very early twenties. The Marriage Plot seemed limp in comparison with no equivalent moment of cathartic realisation. I even wrote a very lukewarm review on this site. But. It grew on me. The final page is incredibly beautiful and has come to sum up my thoughts on marriage. There are moments of truth in this one that make me want to reread it.
So yes, I cheated in the pick for today. It has yet to blow my away as its siblings did but I have learnt to respect it.