As summer begins to draw to a (not quite quick enough) close, I find myself gravitating towards heavier fantasy reads. There is something deeply autumnal about the rich complexity of fantasy novels, something that invites one to pull on a heavy knit sweater and wrap one’s hands around a favorite mug, 1000 page book propped open… something heavy-lidded and drowsy that allows for the deep spiraling downwards into intricate tales of adventure and enchantment.
Perhaps the chill autumn air carries with it a touch of magic.