On the Road: 50th Anniversary Edition
Interesting, even moving in parts, but ultimately problematic, and not just because this is basically a novel without a plot (and I really love plot), but because Sal Paradise (and Kerouac) are part of this boys club of hitchhikers and supposedly free spirits in which girls are only there to be fucked and get left behind in the constant search for 'IT,' whatever 'it' is, and most of the time they don't even need them for fucking because they're totally gay and stuff. Oh my God, longest sentence ever.
Basically, this book is a giant man fairy-tale.