The Night Watch by Sarah Waters. I don't know how well known she is outside the UK, but here she's a highly acclaimed novelist who has published 3 novels all set in the VIctorian era, all lesbianic and all brilliant. Fingersmith, in particular, is fantastic, full of narrative surprises (one of the few books to make me gasp and exclaim while reading it). Anyway, The Night Watch is her first foray out of Victorian England, into the depths of World War II and its effect on a group of strangers whose lives interconnect over the space of 6 years. It works backwards, opening in 1947, the last chapter is set in 1941.
Nothing precious, plain to see, don't make a fuss over me. Not loud, not soft, but somewhere inbetween. Say sorry, just let it be the word you mean.