I recently finished The Dinner by Herman Koch. I had a bit of trouble getting into this one, but I'm 95% sure it was because my brain was overwhelmed with work stuff. Then again, the slow pace might have also been a factor.
J'ai terminé Le Plongeur de Stéphane Larue cette semaine! Ouf! J'ai eu l'impression de ne reprendre mon souffle qu'après la lecture: on ressent intensément le rythme effréné de la cuisine, des sorties de fin de shift, mais aussi l'inquiétante vie personnelle du narrateur, éprit d'une compulsion au jeu.
I'm two thirds in All Involved by Ryan Gattis. You can see in the pic the premise to the book, to give you an idea of the time and place. Wew! Not a joyful read by any means, but a fluid one however.
Here's the story of how I went from reading (not even) a book a year to over 20. It's a story of insomnia, routine, relief, and a growing obsession. This will also include a 3 part non-expert book review! :D