“I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them—with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself.” —Eudora Welty

Came to the mountains carrying more books than I’ll have time to read. Just the heft of them reassures me. I’m wishing my days here could be as long as their pages. The universe knew I needed this time away where the only sounds are the aspens quaking and pages turning. And did it also know, I wonder, how much I needed a fall resplendent in new reads from some of the best to put pen to page? Because boy, did it deliver. In the biggest of ways. Here’s a sneak peak so you all can rejoice along with me.

Posted by Rachel