The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri
Lahiri's short stories, which I love, often seem to ramble and have no tight point to make. But if one stops and thinks about them, not only does one see the point and see it clearly, but all those rambling make perfect sense; the entire thing makes perfect and satisfying sense and leaves you changed and pensive. So I did expect The Lowland to ramble; I did expect to have to think, long and hard, after finishing the book, to find the sense, the meaning and the point. And it's all there in the first chapter, which shows a scene of two inseperable young brothers up to mischief and punished for it. The brothers go their seperate ways, with different passions and in different continents and the decades pass. It told me a lot, eventually about love; how it works, how it pulls us to act and react, and how it can't be forced.
I was also fascinated to read about the Naxalite movement in India, something I knew nothing about until reading this book. That's something I love in a novel; learing something new.