“The Road” by Cormac McCarthy held me captive, staying up all night immersed in its pages, awakening the next morning with a lingering sense of melancholy. Stephen King’s works, especially “The Shining,” share that unique ability to make you eagerly anticipate the next page, constantly wondering what twist awaits.
Recently, “When We Cease to Understand the World” and “The Maniac” by Benjamin Labatut. Read them back to back in a couple of days, just could not put them down… both are masterpieces, imho. In the past, Child of God and Blood Meridian by McCarthy, same deal, also masterpieces.