“The Road” by Cormac McCarthy held me captive, staying up all night immersed in its pages, awakening the next morning with a lingering sense of melancholy. Stephen King’s works, especially “The Shining,” share that unique ability to make you eagerly anticipate the next page, constantly wondering what twist awaits.
It’s a Belgian crime thriller/sci fi called The Methusalem Myth by Jo Claes and it gave me so many goosebumps that I read all day and night. I developed a kidney stones from not drinking in the sun while reading and at night I let too many mosquitos in my room because I forget where I was. I was pretty scared too cause I was alone at home. There is no English translation though I believe