Novel & Cerita Classic Books To Read In Autumn

October arrived like a slow exhale. The property settled into its autumn rhythm — leaves turning on the oak tree from green to amber to deep, burning red, the garden releasing its last abundance before the cold came, the retreat center wrapping itself in wool blankets and woodsmoke and the particular kind of interiority that shorter days invited. The women who came to the center in autumn always seemed different from the summer arrivals. Summer brought urgency, the need to escape before the heat broke them entirely. Autumn brought something quieter. A recognition. A willingness, finally, to sit with what was true.

At least the most important thing was that the line of succession was secured. I walked into the parlour to see Summer sitting and watching television. Autumn had his eyes buried not in books today, but in a magazine. It was an entertainment magazine I had gotten for Summer. He looked up to his sister and said. “Look, Summer.” He pointed at a spot on the page he was reading and Summer absentmindedly glanced down. “So?” she asked. Autumn scratched his eyes. “Can’t you read? They say the film is rated 13.”