I have 3 all from completely different ends of the spectrum, One being So Far from the Bamboo grove, a semi autobiography I discovered in my teenage years, one I couldn't stop going back too and couldn't stop reading.
Another is James Herbert Portent, another I find could be almost one day reality, despite it being written in 1992 or so, reality and shit
the other isAngels of mercy by katie Fylnn, damn that book makes me cry every damn time!!