Cabin books are almost a genre of their own, right? I find the best ones make the setting more than a backdrop; the cabin itself becomes a character, a refuge with its own creaks and secrets. For a cozy weekend, you want that atmosphere of forced intimacy or isolated retreat. 'The Bear and the Nightingale' by Katherine Arden isn't about a literal modern cabin, but its wintry Russian wilderness setting and family hearth have that exact feeling of a fragile, warm shelter against the cold.
I'd also add 'The Hunting Party' by Lucy Foley. It's a thriller, so 'cozy' in a different way—more 'curl up under a blanket while people get picked off in a snowed-in lodge.' The tension is fantastic, and the isolated Scottish setting provides that locked-room energy. For pure, gentle comfort, 'A Psalm for the Wild-Built' by Becky Chambers is a short, philosophical read about a monk and a robot in a quiet future. It feels like a warm cup of tea for your brain, which pairs perfectly with a lazy Saturday.
Honestly, my definition of cozy has shifted to include a bit of underlying unease. A cabin in the woods is only cozy because you know what's outside. Novels that play with that duality, like the quiet horror in 'The Only Good Indians' by Stephen Graham Jones, hit that sweet spot for me. The prose is so rich and the setting so vivid, you can almost smell the pine and the dread.