I associate books with seasons, especially favorite books that I want to read over and over. They become tied to times of the year, with some evoking lazing on a porch swing in deep, humid summer and others bundling up with a cup of tea while winter blusters against rattling windows.
A few of my favorite fall books:
Fire in the Blood by Irene Nemirovsky
It's no secret to anyone who's known me a while that I love Irene Nemirovsky, and this is one of my favorites. The ultimate unreliable narrator delves into his memories and proves--he doesn't know himself as well as he thinks he does. Cold and gorgeous and fading. (For what it's worth, I'm already cranky about the movie adaptation of Nemirovsky's Suite Francaise, so don't even ask.)
Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling
Something about a going to school story appeals to me in fall. Descriptions of old-fashioned trains, classes we'd all love to take, and a fascinating school? Beats even back to school shopping.
Rilla of Ingleside by L.M. Montgomery
Rilla is my favorite of the Anne books, I think because it takes a more solemn turn than any of the others. There's a sweet wistfulness hidden in its pages, Anne bidding farewell to her children's childhood and her own all over again, in a way, kind of like the last turning of fall leaves. Also, Veteran's Day (November 11) will always be a little bit Armistice Day for me, so a World War I story fits fall very well.
I love this new cover, for what it's worth--I may have to treat myself to a duplicate book, because I always hated the cover of my copy. Rilla looks like she's wearing a crappy 1980s nightgown.
Pretty Much Any History Book
Again, it's that back to school feeling. My list keeps growing, but a short sampling of what I might pick up and LEARN ALL THE THINGS:
...But I definitely won't have time for all of them before it's time to break out my favorite Christmas season books. Which I'll share in due time!