As someone with a bookish heart, it is no surprise that I surround myself with stories. Being a life-long reader is integral to being a writer. However, beyond the research and craft of it all, escaping into books remains a necessity for my health and well-being.
Exactly one week ago, I found myself in a book slump, depleted of wanting to read or write. I desperately wished to wake up and find the outside world transformed to autumn. The month of August was filled with a string of too many humid days, the heat so cloying it was impossible to enjoy the outdoors. And this drained not only creative energy, but the rest of me as well.
You see, dear reader, my soul comes back to life in fall.
It took me longer than it should’ve to discover I didn’t have to wait for October to start spooky season. But once I did, I knew it was better to begin now. 31 days is never enough to get through all the witchy, spooky, haunted, thrilling books and movies and shows. As it is, I will watch Practical Magic whenever the mood strikes (and it strikes often).
On August 25th, I spent my lunch break researching new books to read, downloading a few other audiobooks, and planned to rewatch The Haunting of Hill House with my mom who’d yet to experience the exquisite tragedy held therein.
The time arrived; spooky season beckoned.
My entrance into this dark and magical time began with Angela Slatter’s novella, Of Sorrow and Such, filled with witches and shifters and fierce females.
Next up, I read Keezy Young’s graphic novel, Taproot. This was adorable and haunting and broke my heart, leaving me in tears.
To follow, I finished rereading City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab to prepare for the third book in the series. It was just as creepy and heartwarming as the first time I encountered the story.
The fourth book I’ve finished so far, Raven Girl, offered a modern fairytale filled with transformation, obsession, and true love. It was haunting and immersive, paired with Audrey Niffenegger’s paintings and etchings.
As I journey through this bewitching time of year, I will be sharing my thoughts with you, dear reader. Maybe you’re like me, ready for crisp leaves and spiced tea. Or maybe you’re unsure where to start with so many spooks and haunts available to entertain you. Don’t worry, I won’t let you venture into these spooktacular stories alone. We all know what happens when people split up in these kind of stories. If spooky books aren't for you, I hope you find something to remind you that stories hold magic.
Until next time, happy reading!
