I think the best thing about a lot of the books I've been picking up lately is how they treat identity as this ongoing conversation, not a static label you just slap on a character. The characters often aren't just 'figuring out they're gay' and then done; it's about how that identity shifts in different contexts—with family, at work, in different friend groups. It adds so much texture. The relationships then become these testing grounds or safe havens for that exploration.
There's a particular tension I see a lot in contemporary stuff that really gets me, where the romance itself forces a kind of self-reckoning. Like, falling for a woman isn't just a new relationship, it's a catalyst that makes the character re-evaluate everything she thought she knew about herself, her past, her future. It makes the love story feel heavier, more consequential. That's why books like 'The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo' or 'Our Wives Under the Sea' resonate so much—the love is inextricably tied to a deeper, sometimes unsettling, process of becoming.
A lot of older novels I grew up with felt like they had to justify the relationship to a straight audience first, which could make the identity part feel like a lesson. Now it feels more like the writing starts from a place of authenticity, and the exploration is for the characters themselves, which is way more satisfying to read.