One Hundred Years of Solitude

Novels just don’t get any better than that.  I don’t really have much more to say about it, but I feel like quoting its first sentence, which is one of the best first sentences ever:

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice.

RIP, Gabriel García Márquez.