So the thing with picking 'can't miss' books from 2020 is that the hype machine was in overdrive. A lot of what dominated bestseller lists felt very zeitgeisty, like they were reacting to the year itself. 'The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue' by V.E. Schwab was everywhere, and honestly, it lives up to the noise for a certain mood—that melancholy, centuries-spanning ache of being forgotten. It's less a plot-driven fantasy and more a vibe, perfect for when you wanted to feel wistful and stuck inside.
On a completely different note, 'Piranesi' by Susanna Clarke blindsided me. It’s this quiet, labyrinthine mystery that feels like a forgotten myth. The praise for its originality is deserved, though I’ll admit the pace lost a friend of mine who prefers more action. For pure, unadulterated fun that actually made me laugh out loud, 'The House in the Cerulean Sea' by TJ Klune was a warm hug in book form. Its found-family charm felt essential that year.