It’s that time of year again. This autumn has been spectacular – so many leaves of yellows and oranges and reds, like flames bursting from the trees. Bright days with just a hint of chill in the air. Cold enough to dig out your boots and scarves and blanket wraps, and make yourself a cup of hot chocolate of an evening.
I don’t know what it is about autumn, but it always puts me in a cozy, reading mood. Throughout the next few months, you’ll find me curled up on the sofa, tea in hand, cat on lap, nose in book, probably huddled under a blanket. But what am I reading this Halloween?
Let it be known that I am a bit of a wimp. This time last year, I read heaps of Stephen King, having never read anything by him before (I know, I know!). You can read all…
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