Even though it is preferable to read a physical book, here's a link: Moby-Dick.
Only I alone escaped to tell thee.
I first read this book back in 2014 or so. I had gotten some possibly really bad health news, and my response was finally reading Moby-Dick, I guess. The health stuff turned out to be a phantom issue, but I became obsessed with Melville. I think it took me most of two months to finish it, but my thinking about literature and probably life as well was forever altered afterwards. Everything is in the book, even though it was written in the 1800s. The central concerns of humanity are all there. It is far more than a novel about whales or capitalism or even America. Upon release the only place it became even slightly popular was England, after all. To reduce it to the "Great American novel" is even a disservice because of the immense scope, and it grapples with some of the mainstream intellectual streams of the post-World War era. I hate how in literature classes teachers pin books down like butterflies in their specimen drawers as emblematic of an era because the truly greatest books are great for grasping and transcending beyond their time and place.