I was nineteen on my first trip outside of the US, a newly minted high school graduate tagging along with my worldly older sister to Paris. I can still remember the murky, underwater sensation of arrival after the long flight, the exhilaration at the smallest discoveries, and the indelible feeling that, removed from my routines and rituals, I could see myself and my life more clearly. 

Here are three novels that I feel capture the spirit of travel in all its uncertainty and revelation: 

Jeff in Venice, Death in Varanasi by Geoff Dyer

A Hologram for the King by Dave Eggers

The Lovers by Vendela Vida