My favorite novel for the past couple of years has been Little, Big, by John Crowley.
Little, Big is a big, quirky novel that took me three tries over about ten years to actually get into. Since then, I have re-read it several times, including once out loud to my then spouse. That was fun.
The book is a multigenerational novel centered around one family in upstate New York who have a certain contact with Fairies and other “supernatural” beings. It contains many other common fairy tales within it, woven so skilfully that you don’t really detect them until after they’re past. It’s a deep book and repays re-reading. The style is not particularly that of science fiction or fantasy, so people who don’t like sf might like Little, Big.
(This is reposted from my static website and backdated.)