I am currently reading (actually, I just started this last night) On Account of Conspicuous Women by Dawn Shamp.
I picked this book strictly for it's title. I fear that I am becoming a conspicuous woman. When I am not fearing conspicuosity, I am relishing it. I will let y'all know how I like this book after I finish it. So far, about two chapters in, I am delighting in well-written prose.
As for what book I would take with me to that desert island, I know the PC answer is the Bible. Sorry. I would take with me
Outlander by Diana Gabaldon.
I could, and do, reread this book often. I first picked it up strictly by happenstance when my husband and I were still driving truck. I started reading it to myself and, by page 100, had decided it was too good to keep to myself. I read, aloud, all 4 volumes of the Outlander series that were then in print to my husband. We have since read the other 2, also. There were times when we were supposed to trade duties and I was supposed to drive and he was supposed to sleep when I just kept reading. We read and cried and laughed together and could not wait for another chance to read more. So, on that island, I could not only relive Jamie and Claire's love story but my own.