Fall Favorites

Fall is here! The leaves are changing and every business is incorporating pumpkin into every product they can (oreos? really?) and we’re all pulling on hoodies and winding those scarves around our necks when we leave the house in the morning.

Once there’s a chill in the air I’ve find myself drawn to books that are old favorites, wanting to curl up with them under a blanket with a cup of coffee or tea in the evening. I always end up picking comforting reads that cheer me like a fire on a winter night or creepy reads that prepare me for the halloween season.

  Harry Potter 4-7
I can’t help it, I love these books. Especially the fourth to the seventh. They’re funny and engaging without being heavy. They’re the hot chocolate of books; warm, sugary goodness.

  Little Women
Who doesn’t want to prepare for christmas with a little time in the March family’s world? Spending time with the March girls and their daily troubles always reminds me of family and the holidays.

  House of Leaves
Want to get in the Halloween spirit? Read House of Leaves, a book reviewed as one of the scariest ever written. Complex, creepy, dark and intricate – this book will keep you up nights just to finish the story within the story and find out what happens.

  84, Charing Cross Road
As an avid book lover, there is just something about reading two people who love books writing letters to each other across the ocean that is delightful. I love reading these letters whenever I need a bit of a lift, it’s such a great little compilation that embodies passion for the written word.

  Doctor Sleep
If you want something a bit more recent that is a good scary read, Doctor Sleep was definitely one of the creepier books I read this year. A great sequel that is a bit more complicated than The Shining, but full of dark characters and hair-raising moments.

Those are just a few of mine, if you have any suggestions of your favorite reads as our days turn chilly, I’d love to hear them!


Top Ten Book Quotes

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke and the Bookish. This week, we’re supposed to go back and choose a past topic we missed the first time around. I decided to do Favorite Book Quotes because I always write down quotes I love and want to share them. I have a very, very long list of quotes I like, so here are a few of them that I dug up for this week.
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1.) There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.   – West With the Night

2.) Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father down the beach, until the whole jungle filled with roaring trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning of the world.- The Lacuna

3.) Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You’ll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And for better or worse you’ll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you’ve got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.   And then the nightmares will begin. – House of Leaves

4.) Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love. – Neil Gaiman

5.) I would stare at the grains of light suspended in that silent space, struggling to see into my own heart. What did I want? And what did others want from me? But I could never find the answers. Sometimes I would reach out and try to grasp the grains of light, but my fingers touched nothing. – Norwegian Wood

6.)  They call it ‘the whispering of the stars.’ Listen,” he said, raising a finger for silence. I could still hear the tinkling and craned my neck to see what it was. Zhensky laughed. “No, here. Look.” He formed his mouth into a wide O and exhaled slowly. As he did, I saw the cloud of breath fall in droplets to the ground. That was the sound I heard: our breath falling. “It’s a Yakut expression. It means a period of weather so cold that your breath falls frozen to the ground before it can dissipate. The Yakuts say that you should never tell secrets outside during the whispering of the stars, because the words themselves freeze, and in the spring thaw anyone who walks past that spot will be able to hear them. – The Geographers Library

7.) “Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.”  – Carlos Ruiz Zafón

8.) For I knew what he meant. We all have our sorrows, and although the exact delineaments, weight and dimensions of grief are different for everyone, the color of grief is common to us all. “I know,” he said, because he was human, and therefore, in a way, he did.  – The Thirteenth Tale

9.) When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake in the night at the least sound
I fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
Rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
Who do not tax their lives with forethought
Of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
Waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and I am free.    – The Peace of Wild Things

10.) As it grew warmer, big flakes of snow settled on the ground, on the red brick-dust, on the crosses of the graves, on the turrets of abandoned tanks, in the ears of dead men waiting to be buried. The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the earth and sky together into one swaying blur. The snow fell on Bach’s shoulders: it was as though flakes of silence were falling on the still Volga, on the dead city, on the skeletons of horses. It was snowing everywhere, on earth and on the stars; the whole universe was full of snow. Everything was disappearing beneath it: guns, the bodies of the dead, filthy dressings, rubble, scraps of twisted iron. This soft, white snow settling over the carnage of the city was time itself; the present was turning into the past, and there was no future.  – Life and Fate