I've just finished Emma Donoghue's The Wonder which I quite liked without feeling very strongly about it. I didn't think Lib was characterised strongly enough. She's just a barely-characterised colonial consciousness registering poverty and superstition.
Also Colm Toibin's House of Names (fictional treatment of the Oresteia, which, if you liked his Testament of Mary, you would also like -- similar in terms of giving credible voices to characters, especially female characters, from myth). Recommended.
Graeme Macrae Burnet's His Bloody Project, which, not unlike The Wonder, was an efficiently-written one-question novel, but I am a bit baffled by all the acclaim. For me it didn't say anything about madness or the lives of crofters, or do anything formally interesting at all. It was an efficient whydunnit, but I was expecting something more thought provoking from the reviews.
Shirley Hazzard's The Transit of Venus, which is about two Australian sisters who come to England after WWII and the men they are involved with -- utterly brilliant, astonishing prose and characterisation, and icy little flash forwards like Muriel Spark, telling you within the first few pages that a major character will kill himself years later. Hugely recommended.
I'm taken aback anyone liked A Little Life, which I thought was a particularly nasty kind of misery porn. The idea really interested me that HY said she wanted to write about a group of friends who don't marry and have children but reading it made me just stop believing in Jude's lengthy martyrdom, apart from wondering what the author was going to do to him next.