The Day Lasts More Than a Hundred Years by Chinghiz Aitmatov
I read this when I was 15 or 16 years old in college and liked it (probably my second favourite book from my studying days, after Crime and Punishment). I remember it being kinda weird, wintry and also depressive as hell. I realized I forgot almost all of the plot too. Let's see how it holds up 12 years later.
I honestly have no idea what my literature teacher was thinking because that was way darker and way more depressing than I remembered, and I was 15 years old when she recommended it to me. The whole book is basically sad as hell. There are some uplifting moments only to be overshadowed by the utterly shitty events which are absolutely believable. At the beginning, I was questioning if it's a deliberate choice by the author or life just sucked in post-WWII-Russia, when I finished this, I was convinced it was the latter. There's no happy ending, there's nothing, it's just... life sucks, and as you get old, life still sucks, and your best friends begin to pass away, and you have to bury them, and the memories of the past creep on you, and there are some happy times there, but the good people you knew died way before their time, left their children to be orphans, you wasted your life away, and you're old and there's nothing you can do about it, you can't fix it. This is such a beautifully written book, but it's also so sorrowful I was full-on crying quite a few times when I was reading it.
Time to do some recommendations from this thread, this one is from Shadow Ninja finally,
Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor