Non-fiction
Becoming, by Michelle Obama (2019)
Non-genre
The Sorrows of an American, by Siri Hustvedt (2015)
Script
Hamilton: The Revolution, by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jeremy McCarter (2016)
SF
The Light Ages, by Ian R. MacLeod (2005)
The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson (2006)
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, by J.K. Rowling (2007)
Beowulf, tr. J.R.R. Tolkien, ed. Christopher Tolkien (2014)
The Ruin of Kings, by Jenn Lyons (2020)
Half Life, by Shelley Jackson (2022)
End of the World Blues, by Jon Courtenay Grimwood (2022)
Nova Swing, by M. John Harrison (2022)
The Orphan’s Tales: In the Night Garden, by Catherynne M. Valente (2022)
The Book Eaters, by Sunyi Dean (2024)
Doctor Who
Parasite, by Jim Mortimore (2012) [Seventh Doctor, spinoff novel]
The Last Pharaoh, by Iain McLaughlin and Claire Bartlett (2021) [Erimem, spinoff novel]
The best
I became a Hamilton fan in January 2016, and delightedly grabbed the Hamiltome, as we cognoscenti called it, as soon as I could. It is a brilliant look behind the writing and the making of the musical, including the songs that were taken out (the third cabinet battle, the one about John Adams, etc). I know that not everyone is a fan, but heck, this is my blog and I get to recommend the things that I like. (Review; get it here)
Honorable mentions
Two books by authors with confusingly similar names (though one was born in 1963 and the other died in 1965, so they are probably different people):
The best known book by Shirley Jackson (1916-1965) is The Haunting of Hill House, and I loved it too; edgy, brilliant ghost story. (Review; get it here)
The best known book by Shelley Jackson (1963-) is Half Life, an amazing phantasmagoria of a damaged society seen through the eyes of conjoined twins. (Review; get it here.)
The one you haven’t heard of
For once I’m leaving this blank; Half Life is the most obscure of the books I liked from the above list, and it’s not all that obscure.
The ones to avoid
Two classics that I really didn’t get on with:
The Sorrows of an American is a dismal New York tangle of love affairs, Norwegian ancestors and 9/11. (Review; get it here.)
Nova Swing simply repelled me, like most of Harrison’s writing does. (Review; get it here.)