Oh, The Dispossessed! I adore that book. When I was nine or ten years old, I started raiding my dad's bookshelves for anything that looked vaguely interesting ('interesting' in this case defined as 'fantasy or science fiction') which meant that among other things, I read a LOT of Le Guin at a rather young age, and while I have never encountered one of her books that I disliked, the one I became passionately infatuated with was The Dispossessed. I am still passionately infatuated twenty-five years later, and I often feel I've spent most of my writing years unsuccessfully attempting to recreate some of the effects she pulled off so improbably and with such grace.