My Antonia by Willa Cather
This is one of those classics that didn't do much for me, unfortunately. It's the sort of book teenagers forced to read it for school must loathe, full of lengthy, vivid descriptions of the landscape and without a driving plot - rather, it describes a couple of people growing up. Certainly it is a well-written book, but even now I tend to need a bit more at stake to really invest. Most frustrating was that the book is packed with fascinating character sketches of people who never really get to do anything on-page; had I seen more of these folks in action, I might have loved it.
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