If you haven’t read Cormac McCarthy, that needs to change. His prose simply has no equal. The man was an actual, honest-to-god, national treasure. He was so formative for me as an author, and I’m just gutted by his death.
Be warned: if you’re going to attempt to read one of his books, you need to make sure that you have the time and space to give it proper attention. His work is heavy, like a slab of lead, and you need to be sure to give yourself extra time to digest things. But it’s so, so rewarding.
If you’re taking recommendations, I’d give Piranesi by Susannah Clarke a go. Her prose isn’t on the level of McCarthy, and the plot isn’t terribly complex, nor are the characters. But it was a satisfying read a couple months (year+ at this point, jesus) back, before I decided to start therapy. Keep going!