The Goldfinch IS fiction. "A young boy in New York City survives an accident that takes the life of his mother. In the years that follow, he becomes entranced by a small, mysteriously captivating painting that ultimately draws him into the art underworld. Composed with the skills of a master, The Goldfinch is a haunted odyssey through present-day America, and a drama of almost unbearable acuity and power. It is a story of loss and obsession, survival and self-invention, and the enormous power of art"-- I might have read that one last year. Sure sounds familiar. If not, I will definitely read it now.
I guess, though, that you were referring to the other one which I thought, at first, was A Year of Living Dangerously. Great play on words there.
I know just what you mean about living in another country.
A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle did that to me. Granted, France isn't high on the happiest countries list but the people portrayed in this (true) book were so wonderful that I just really wanted to go there. For a year, anyway. I also spent many years living 'north of the border' and met there the most wonderful people I've ever known. I miss living there very much these days.