What Are The Best Reads Of 2020 For Book Lovers?

Back in 2020, the literary world was buzzing with some incredible award-winning reads. One that really stood out to me was 'The Mirror & the Light' by Hilary Mantel, which closed her brilliant Thomas Cromwell trilogy. It didn’t just win accolades—it felt like a cultural moment. Another gem was Maggie O’Farrell’s 'Hamnet,' a hauntingly beautiful take on Shakespeare’s family life that snagged the Women’s Prize for Fiction. Then there’s 'Real Life' by Brandon Taylor, a raw, intimate campus novel that was shortlisted for the Booker Prize. What I loved about these books was how they balanced depth with readability, making award-winning literature feel accessible. On the nonfiction side, 'Minor Feelings' by Cathy Park Hong was groundbreaking, blending memoir and cultural critique to explore Asian American identity. It won the National Book Critics Circle Award and stayed with me long after I finished it. And let’s not forget 'Deacon King Kong' by James McBride, which won the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award—its mix of humor and heart made it a standout. 2020 was a tough year globally, but these books offered solace and perspective, proving why they deserved those shiny stickers on their covers.

Critics had a lot to say about 2020's standout books, and one title that kept popping up was 'The Vanishing Half' by Brit Bennett. It's this gorgeous, layered story about twin sisters who choose to live in completely different worlds—one embracing her Black identity, the other passing as white. The way Bennett explores race, family, and identity just stuck with me for weeks after reading. Another heavy hitter was 'Hamnet' by Maggie O'Farrell, a fictional take on Shakespeare's son that’s so achingly beautiful, it made me cry in public (no shame). Then there’s 'Deacon King Kong' by James McBride, which critics praised for its humor and heart. It’s a wild, vibrant ride through 1960s Brooklyn, and the characters feel like people you’ve known forever. On the nonfiction side, 'Hidden Valley Road' by Robert Kolker blew me away with its gripping account of a family grappling with schizophrenia. It’s one of those books that makes you marvel at how truth can be stranger—and more compelling—than fiction.

I spent way too much time tracking award lists last year, partly out of boredom and partly a weird fascination with what the committees pick. The obvious big ones: 'The Nickel Boys' by Colson Whitehead won the Pulitzer. Stunning book, but honestly it felt like a foregone conclusion even before it was announced. 'Hamnet' by Maggie O'Farrell snagged the Women's Prize for Fiction, which was a relief because I was worried they'd go for something more overtly political. That novel’s texture is its strength—the sensory details about grief and art. Shout-out to Douglas Stuart’s 'Shuggie Bain' taking the Booker. That one gutted me for days; it’s relentless in its portrayal of poverty and addiction in 80s Glasgow. I noticed a theme across awards: a lot of historical fiction that digs into societal wounds. Even 'Deacon King Kong' by James McBride, which won the Anisfield-Wolf Book Award, mixes crime and comedy with a deep look at a 1969 Brooklyn housing project. The awards that year seemed to favor novels with a strong sense of place and time, even if the prose styles varied wildly. A quieter one I loved was 'Real Life' by Brandon Taylor, shortlisted for the Booker. Didn’t win the big prize, but it nabbed The Story Prize later. Felt like a different breed of award-winner—campus novel, interior, tense.