“But when fall comes, kicking summer out on its treacherous ass as it always does one day sometime after the midpoint of September, it stays awhile like an old friend that you have missed. It settles in the way an old friend will settle into your favourite chair and take out his pipe and light it and then fill the afternoon with stories of places he has been and things he has done since last he saw you.” – Stephen King, Salem’s Lot
And just like that, the most photogenic season fell upon us and left us with the best excuse to embrace nature (dead or alive), sweaters (fluffy or oversized), hot drinks (pumpkin or cinnamon spiced) and basically, anything cosy and within the orange palette.
Because around here, it’s all about the palette. And all the things mentioned above. That’s why I’d like to welcome you to my little homage to Booktober, the best month to make book puns and come up with excuses to pick up leaves from the street or get these teeny tiny pumpkins no one actually eats.
This is Booktober, folks.