I loved All Quiet On The Western Front so much that I went out and read this book on my own... and this was back in high school, at a time when I didn't read for pleasure on my own very often. A gripping tale of refugees on their way out of occupied Europe, this book is ridiculously good from beginning to end. At one particular point in the middle, when it gives us that Casablanca-esque romantic view of France in the last days before it was taken, the book is transcendent.
(Or, at least, it was to me when I was in high school.)