I'm a well read grad student who's bluntly honest about all things, although I try to be most honest about myself.
This book is Skids in my Transformers Character Reading Challenge. (Remember that? I'm still over a thousand to go on that!) This is a novel that transcends the question of nature versus nurture by completely reimagining identity. It is nature and nurture combined. It simply is.
Force of will, and belief combine with an accident that leaves Martin Harris in a coma. And then he goes on a trip straight out of Philp K. Dick, where no one believes he is Martin Harris. His struggles are drawn with simple poetry, as he wanders around the foreign city of Paris, trying to reclaim who he was. It doesn't help that his wife claims another man is Martin Harris.
And the ending. The gorgeous, redeeming ending that is full of pain and beauty that lances to the truth of being what you want to be and choose to be? Oh, no, I'm not even going to try to explain how much this novel moved me. It simply did.
I don't remember the movie moving me as much.

And also:
