Fall is here

The house is chilly. Later tonight we'll turn on the fireplace. I'll make potato leek soup.

Outside the leaves are rustling in the wind and falling to the group. They crunch under my feet.

It's getting dark earlier and earlier. Soon it will be dark when people get up for work and dark again before they come home.

All I want to do is sit under a blanket, by the fire and read. Life's not allowing that quite yet today but I have high hopes for this evening.

But what to read? Plunge through Wuthering Heights with it's cool moodiness? (And RIPness). Start a new book? Or something old and comfortable?

What do you like to read when the air is crisp and there is hot cider and a fireplace waiting for you?