The libraries and bookstores I’ve gone to have all been out of Thornton Wilder’s The Bridge of San Luis Rey, because Minneapolis is a pretty literate town.
Wilder wrote the book in 1927, about a bridge in Peru in colonial times that collapses, killing five people. A priest wants to know why these five people were on the bridge, what led them there, and what the collapse said about fate and faith. It’s a lovely story, as I recall. A lot of us read it in school — it would be a good read today. Several bookstores have it on order, or check the dusty parts of your own shelves.