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Autumn TBR:



Do you mean a season specifically designed for reading?

There’s a notable shift in the air, a constant rustling sound of leaves outside your window, and a sea of orange, red and brown covering the floor. It’s Autumn; the best time for settling down with a book whilst the candles flicker and the smell of gingerbread surrounds you.

Although I have a reading list to conquer and, no doubt, a ton of essays to write, I’m adamant on making time for some seasonal reads. Here are some books I’m dying to read in the next few months:

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An Anthology for the Changing Seasons:


It is more and more important today that we engage with nature physically, intellectually and emotionally, rather than allow ourselves to disconnect; that we witness rather than turn away, and celebrate rather than neglect

Nature writing has always brought me solace. It’s something that, when locked away in a city for the majority of the year, brings me such comfort. It reminds me of home, where I can hear the bird’s sing as clearly as the blue sky. Where I can journey ten minutes one way and be surrounded by the hustle-and-bustle of town life, and then journey ten minutes the other way and be greeted by an abundance of plants, the trickling sound of running water, and the barren fells. When I stumbled across Melissa Harrison’s An Anthology for the Changing Seasons, I thought I was in heaven. I just had to buy and read them all.

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Creative Pieces



Today’s post is something a little different. It’s not book-related, but a piece of creative writing.

A few weeks ago, I found such liberating comfort in writing about my favourite season. Below, you will find all the attributes I subscribe to Autumn. I must pay tribute to Louise Baker, who inspired me to write this piece. After reading how she defines the season in Autumn: An Anthology for the Changing Seasons, I knew I had to isolate myself from the world and become at one with Autumn. This is my offspring. Please be gentle – I am not used to sharing my creative writing on such a platform. I suffer from creative self-doubt, but I knew this piece would call out to a lot of you, like Cathy calls out to Heathcliff on those blustery moors. Enjoy.

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