LitFox Bookshelf

September always brings a shift I can feel in my chest before the air even cools. Something settles. Something turns inward.

This year, I’m not setting a reading goal or building a stack with discipline. I’m just letting myself notice what I want to hold—books that feel like warm blankets, like cinnamon in my tea, like stories I want to crawl inside and live in for a bit.

Here’s what I’m craving right now:

🍂  Stories with Texture

Books that slow me down.

Where not much happens, but everything feels. I want long walks through small towns, recipes tucked into the narrative, old houses with creaky floorboards and layered pasts.

🔮  A Little Magic, Softly Done

Nothing too heavy. Just a touch of magic realism. A flicker of something enchanted that doesn’t need to be explained.

Think: tarot cards, lost letters, a ghost that may or may not be a metaphor.

🧵  Creative Women Doing Quiet Things

I want to read about artists, crafters, herbalists, journalers. Women who are making meaning in small spaces. The kind of books that mirror how I’m trying to live—on purpose, but softly.

🔥  A Few Specific Titles Calling to Me

(These may shift, no promises.)

• The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna
• Spells for Forgetting by Adrienne Young
• The Enchanted April by Elizabeth von Arnim
• A Quiet Life in the Country by T.E. Kinsey
• Once Upon a River by Diane Setterfield

🧡 And Maybe… Re-reading What Read Well Last Year

There’s something sacred about returning to a book that kept you company once. I might re-read The Night Circus this fall. Or maybe The House in the Cerulean Sea—just to remind myself that softness can be brave.

🌾 What About You?

What kinds of stories are you reaching for this season?

What book do you want to hold—not just read?

Feel free to leave a comment or just carry the question with you.

See you next month. 🍁

—Lindsay