Le Grand Meaulnes

by Henri Alain-Fournier

Dreamlike, innocent, longing.  Meaulnes is a tragic figure, and Alain-Fournier is a master of atmosphere.

Not sure what else I can say.  This is, in the main, a memoir of childhood and childish dreams.  Perhaps all the sadder since Alain-Fournier died in the Great War.  I would definitely read this book again.