There's a post here from 2 years ago, in which I mention a few books. As a trivial memory experiment, I glanced over it to see what I could remember of them.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude - I remember the drudging pain of reading this book as if it were yesterday. I never did finish the last few pages, in which, apparently, the entire universe Marquez created disappears as suddenly and inexplicably as it had appeared. However, since then I have read another Marquez book (Memories of My Melancholy Whores) with more success, and the important thing, I suppose, is that the novel somehow stuck in my mind, albeit negatively.