I enjoy so much rereading Proust, he's the best writer EVER. So insightful and clever, in the most beautiful and elegant prose. Albertine is the perfect embodiment of an object of desire and longing, and the author's depiction of mourning is just perfect. And then there are all the other perfect scenes, from the article in the Figaro to the gossip and considerations about the society weddings and homosexual husbands.
Proust is definitely the author whose books I would take to that desert island.