Looking back, 2017 had a bunch of books that seemed to dominate the conversation for a while. I'd still recommend 'Sing, Unburied, Sing' by Jesmyn Ward without hesitation. It's the kind of book where the atmosphere settles into your bones—the prose is so visceral and haunted, it just sticks with you.
For something completely different in the speculative lane, 'The Power' by Naomi Alderman made me argue with my friends for weeks. That premise about women developing a physical advantage just unravels society in such a fascinating, uncomfortable way. It felt very of its moment but the questions it raises are timeless.
And honestly, you can't go wrong with 'Lincoln in the Bardo' by George Saunders. It's weird, yeah, but it's a beautiful, funny, sad mosaic about grief. It took me a bit to get into the rhythm of all those voices, but once I did, I couldn't put it down.