Some super-fast reviews:
The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga. Funny. PS: here's a picture of a white tiger holding a baby white tiger in its mouth.
The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes. Elegant, sad. And a little tricky: the theme is that we lie to ourselves and therefore can't really trust our memories to help us make sense of the past, except that in this particular story the narrator can't trust his memories to help him make sense of the past because there's a big secret that everyone neglected to tell him at the time and over the intervening 30-40 years.
The Touchstone by Edith Wharton. Lends itself to reappraisal, if you are writing a think-y essay about expectations of privacy in the age of mass media.