Just finished Cormac McCarthy's Outer Dark.
This was McCarthy's second novel, but the trademarks of his Blood Meridian-era style are already in full swing here. This dude knows imagery, cadence, metaphor, and general sensory immersion like no one else writing today. Every page is a harrowing language-gasm. It's a shorter novel, also, and thematically tighter than the works that follow it. In some ways this makes it a more satisfying read than those books (though it's still not as a good, all in all, as Blood Meridian). In general, I was pleasantly surprised. I'd been under the impression that McCarthy only really came into his own with Suttree. This book disabused me of that.
Also, it's grim as all hell, of course, so...you know...caveat lector.
Americanah - Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
All the Light We Cannot See - Anthony Doerr