I recently read Headlong by Ron MacLean. I worked with Ron at the time it was published and grabbed a copy at a reading he did in Somerville at the time, but given my shabby history of reading for pleasure I only got around to reading it ten years later.
The delay was probably overall fortunate in that I’m now at the same stage of life as the protagonist. It’s a good book; there are aspects that may be dated given how much has changed in the world since then and how much the book draws on the passed present (but I’m far too cloistered to be an accurate gauge of that), but the underlying themes and messages are timeless and the book delivered a compelling blend of entertainment sprinkled with emotional tugs.
It was rather different from the presumptions I’d imposed upon it and deepens my perspective on a former colleague (with whom I haven't retained contact).