I just finished my first book by Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the shore. My reading experience was slightly disrupted by a busy period, but I loved the book.
There was a sense of quiet mystery about it – that neither you, nor any of the protagonists (and possibly not even the author) quite knew what was going on. But there was something beautiful in it too – a sense of beauty in the mystery.
I’m looking forward to trying some other pieces by him (1Q84 has come particularly recommended) – but if you’re looking for somewhere to start, this one worked for me.