I’ve always enjoyed reading well-written books about foreign countries; these, however, are relatively rare, and so I herald new treasures with delight.
Kipling’s Kim fits the bill, being well-written, fascinating, mysterious, page-turning, and so on.
It’s about a boy growing up in India, rather more than a hundred years ago. As Kipling actually lived in India I can only hope that his portrayal is accurate; if India was colorful, strange and composed of variegated landscapes back then, then I should say he knew how to paint it with his words.
I believe it is available for free on the Kindle. Larger libraries ought to have it; if you frequent a smaller one it may need to be requested.