Cultivating Gratitude


Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.  I love the food, of course, but I also look forward all year to the Macy’s Day Parade (I used to go in person every year as a kid!) and running in my local Turkey Trot.  But I also love the fact that it’s an entire day dedicated to reflecting on and enjoying the good things in life – the company of family and friends, a good dinner, and a warm home.  I love taking a step back and counting all of my blessings.

That said, some years it’s easy and fun to count my blessings on Thanksgiving.  Other years, it’s a bit more of a challenge.  In the more trying times, whether you’re concealing an ache in your heart or you’ve complained to the world, Thanksgiving can feel like a pressure cooker.  (Please pardon the bad cooking joke.)  It’s hard enough to get through the day-to-day grind when you’re not feeling yourself – but to add merry-making into the equation, sometimes, is just too much.

I had a miserable 2011 Thanksgiving – as much as I tried to focus on the positives, all I could think about was the one thing I didn’t have: a baby.  In 2012, I had my baby, and she was enough.  Just getting her home from the hospital was a major blessing, and the fact that we got to celebrate Thanksgiving with her at home felt miraculous.  In 2013, I was just in a good place.  Hubby was happy in his job, I was enjoying being a stay-at-home mom, and our little family unit was ticking along happily.

2014 is a bit of a mixed bag.  On the one hand, we have so many blessings to appreciate this year.  A new house to love and make our own.  Solid jobs in which we both get to do what we enjoy, with colleagues we like and respect.  A sweet, cuddly, affectionate, curious and hilarious toddler to love wildly every day.  And a new little presence in our lives, growing bigger and stronger each day until he makes his appearance in March (but no sooner, Nugget!).


But at the same time, I’d be a delusional Pollyanna if I said that everything was great.  To be honest, we’ve felt for the past year as if we’re barely keeping our heads above water.  There was the insanely stressful housing hunt, complicated by the fact that our landlord refused to allow us to continue in our lease month-to-month after the expiration of a year in our rental.  Had we wanted to renew the lease for another year, they’d have been thrilled – we were great tenants who took good care of the place and always paid our rent on time.  But they simply wouldn’t hear of a month-to-month arrangement, which left us with a hard deadline to get out of the rental, and there were some tense weeks in which we honestly thought we would have nowhere to live.  As it was, we moved out of our rental the day before the lease expired.  And shortly after that, everything broke – both cars, numerous appliances, Peanut’s finger…  We’re just now digging out of that hole, and no sooner did we start getting the things fixed than we were hit with a situation that has upset us both, me to the point of crying in my car about it.  (Pregnancy hormones are probably factoring into that, too.)  I’m not going to get into the details – suffice it to say, it’s been a rough fall.  And then, because broken appliances, sick friends and personal drama isn’t quite enough, we got six feet of snow dumped on us courtesy of Winter Storm Knife.  (Dumbest name for a storm ever, by the way.)


All this is to say, it’s been a rough fall.  We could all use a break from the stress and frustration.  And it’s looking to be one of those Thanksgivings where, despite all the great things we have in our lives, we’re going to struggle to smile.  But Thanksgiving doesn’t always have to be easy, does it?  Some years, you have to force yourself to stop wallowing and celebrate.  This might be one of those years, but we’re going to try – for Peanut’s sake, if not for our own.  I’m not sure how I’ll feel tomorrow – maybe I’ll wake up with a big smile on my face and ready to party.  Stranger things have happened.  But even if I don’t, I’m going to have fun running the Turkey Trot, and I’m going to remind myself that I’m grateful I can be out there running at almost 24 weeks pregnant.  Then when I get home, I’m going to watch the Macy’s Day Parade with Peanut and point out my favorite floats and balloons to her.  We’re going to make turkeys from tracings of our hands, and a gratitude tree, and we’re going to sing songs and read books and eat a delicious meal and probably watch Tinker Bell on Netflix again and enjoy each other’s company.  And it will all be okay.

I don’t know if 2014 is going to be one of those banner holiday years.  But I’m going to try to make it special for Peanut and hubby, and maybe by extension, for me.  And I hope that at the end of the day tomorrow, I’ll be full of turkey and potatoes and my favorite apple-cranberry pie, and of happiness and gratitude for my blessings, of which there are so many.

Happy Thanksgiving to my American friends!  I hope you all have a wonderful day tomorrow.


Last January, my dad made a New Year’s resolution to run (at least) one 5K race each month.  He’s stuck to it diligently and I even got the fun of running with him in the Schenectady Strawberry Fest 5K back in June.  To get in his November race, he suggested that we run together in a race out here in Buffalo – if I felt up for it – when he and my mom visited two weekends ago.  I’m still getting out there, although it’s more of a run-walk for me, and I’m trying to get in a few more events before I hang up the running shoes for the duration of my pregnancy, so I was all in.  The race we chose was a new venture for both of us – our first cross-country 5K!

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The race was held at Hoyt Lake, an area where I used to run regularly when I lived in the city (before creepers started targeting female runners – including a family member of mine – and I decided it wasn’t safe to run there anymore).  I was thrilled to get the chance to run there again.  It’s a beautiful park and I wish it was a safer place for women to run.  I knew I’d never have a better opportunity to run there than as part of a race group.  Plus, the idea of running a cross-country 5K, since it was something I’d never done before, was appealing.

We all lined up in the woods near the intersection of Lincoln Parkway and Rumsey Road.  That’s the start line, above – pretty low-key.  The gun fired and we took off running through the fallen leaves.

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The course was set by flags.  If you saw a blue flag, you ran straight.  A red flag meant “look left” and a yellow flag meant “look right.”  The course was well-marked and we were always able to see the next flag ahead – although sometimes we had to look around for it before we spotted it.

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Hoyt Lake boasts a pretty running path (again, wish it was safer, because it’s so nice there) but we didn’t use it.  Instead, we were running over grass and mulch, and through mud and leaves.  Occasionally we got to pound a gravel trail for a few feet and that felt like luxury.

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There’s my dad running strong.  He looks a little mystified, though – he’s probably searching for the next course flag.

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There were a few very steep hills on the course, including two beasts that we ran twice each.  (That’s one of them above, and trust me, it looks much more benign than it actually was.)  Dad is faster than me on a good day, but he very nicely stuck with my trudging pregnant pace.  We kept to a pretty tight regimen of four minutes running, one minute walking, but we walked up the tougher hills even if we were otherwise in a running interval.  Even the 4:1 ratio felt tough, and I’m thinking of scaling back to 3:1 for the Turkey Trot this week.  (I may or may not decide to do that.  The Turkey Trot is all on pavement and mostly downhill, so even though it’s almost two miles longer, it should be easier than the cross-country 5K was, with the wet, uneven ground and piles of leaves drifting around the course.  We’ll see how I feel on Trot day.)

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I have seriously never been happier to see mile marker 2.  Mile 2!

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Finally, at long last and after my slowest time ever, by a long shot (about 45 minutes – ouch!) we saw the finish line.  We ran through a little corral of parking cones, and we were done.  I have never been happier to finish a race.  Even my brutal day running the Biggest Loser Half Marathon at 11 weeks pregnant felt less strenuous.  (Again, pavement.  Oh, and ten fewer weeks of baby growth to lug around.)

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Done, and pretty darn happy to not be running anymore!  We stuck around the finish line and chatted with some of the other runners who were milling about.  One lady had run the cross-country 5K as her first race ever!  Major props to her.  If this was my first race, I would have concluded that runners are nuts and I want nothing to do with this sport, ever again.  It was seriously that tough.

And yes, I did wear a “running for two” shirt so that it was perfectly clear to everyone why I was taking walking breaks and plodding along during my run intervals.  Can’t have people thinking I’m always this slow!  But honestly, as miserable as I was during the race, I was so happy that I was still out there doing events, even slowly, at 21 weeks pregnant.  When I was pregnant with Peanut, 21 weeks was the point at which I was placed on activity restrictions for the first time (the bed rest would come later).  This time around, I am lucky enough to have a clean bill of health from the 18 week anatomy scan (fingers crossed things continue to go well) and permission to keep running as long as it is comfortable and enjoyable for me.  I’m just happy to still be out there.

Have you ever done a cross-country 5K?  Did you think it was insanely hard, or am I just a wimp?

Halloween 2014

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Happy (boo-lated) Halloween!  In the spirit of catching up and documenting our family fun in this little online diary, I’ve got plenty of pictures of our Halloween festivities (such as they were) to share.  We currently have six feet of snow on the ground, so it’s hard for me to believe that these pictures were snapped only a few weeks ago…  But that’s a story for another day.  In the meantime, our Halloween fun!

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We started off the holiday with a trip to the pumpkin patch.  Once again, we decided to visit a small family farm instead of the giant pumpkin colossus.  No regrets there – the family farm was still crawling with kids and alive with activity.  Now that Peanut is two, she needed a ticket of her own to enter – but that ticket bought her a pumpkin of her own and two pony rides (she only took one – more on that below).

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First things first, we headed for the barns to say hello to the animals.  Last year, Peanut started to cry at the first sight of an animal.  This year, she was still a bit hesitant, but a little more interested in the furry folk.

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Still clung to Daddy in the barn, though.

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After the barn, we hit the general store.  (Blurry picture alert – sorry!)

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The store was packed full of lots of goodies – delicious looking apples, buttered popcorn, and pretty gourds among them – but we were there for one purpose…

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DONUTS!  Last year I was doing a Whole30 over Halloween, so I didn’t get to partake, and I haven’t forgotten the amazing sugary scent since.  This year I was determined to get a donut of my own… or at least one to share with Peanut.  Plus, it was the between-breakfast-and-lunch witching hour in which pregnancy hunger hits hard.  I made a beeline for the donuts.

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We each got a donut and Peanut nibbled off of our treats.  I don’t know if I was just really hungry or if this donut really was the most delicious thing ever made, but… oh, my word.  It was amazing.  Warm, soft, and sugary.  I wanted a second one, but I managed to restrain myself.  After donuts we headed over to the pony rides.  No pictures of the pony ride, because Peanut whimpered, went boneless, and generally acted like she was being tortured the entire time she was on the (gentle, sweet) pony.  What terrible parents we are, making her take a pony ride!  (In our defense, we thought she’d love it, and once she was on she had to complete the loop.)  The pony ride did make a big impression, though, because she’s been talking about it ever since.  Almost every day, she tells us “You ride a pony yesterday!”  (“You” is Peanut for “I” or “me,” and yesterday is anytime in the past.  Toddler-speak.)

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After the pony torture, we hopped in a tractor-pulled wagon for a ride around the property.  Peanut was still pretty clingy, but interested in the other kids.

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I attempted to take a selfie with Peanut, but this was the best I could do.  Blurry, she’s looking away from the camera, and I’m rocking hubby’s jacket (it zips over Nugget, no shame ladies).

Our destination:

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Pumpkins!  Peanut immediately found a broken, rotted pumpkin and attempted to claim it as her own.  We took it away, and Peanut cried for the lost love of her life.  Mean parents.

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Once the rotten pumpkin tantrum was over, Peanut got into the spirit of looking around for the perfect family pumpkins.

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The bigger, the better.

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There were sooooooo many choices!  Hundreds of pumpkins in the field, and we were entitled to take three home with us.  Clearly, important decisions had to be made.

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We pretty much succeeded in our goal of finding pumpkins that were reasonably round and not too dirty.

The following Friday, we attended a trick-or-treating party at Buffalo-Niagara Heritage Village.  I didn’t get a single picture and the event was a total bust.  We arrived late, which meant that the Stroller Strides group we planned to walk with had already been released to collect their candy, and we were on our own without our friends. Even so, we tried to make it a fun night for Peanut – but she hated it.  She was terrified of everything – the dark, the houses, the actors dressed up in period costume, even some of the other kids.  She refused to hold her candy bag and clung to me whimpering the entire night.  Poor little scaredy-cat!  Maybe next year, she’ll have more fun.

Halloween itself was a week after the party debacle.  We live in a rural area at the end of a long driveway, and we didn’t get home until 6:00 that day, so we totally struck out on trick-or-treaters.  Womp, womp.  Fortunately, we weren’t expecting many kids, so we didn’t buy too much candy.  Meanwhile, we decided that Peanut was still too little to go door-to-door (next year, for sure) but she did get the chance to trick-or-treat twice with her school (they did parties on Thursday and Friday to make sure that none of the part-time kids were left out) and on Friday at Daddy’s office.  She was the only kid to show up to the office, so she was showered with donuts and candy… but our funny little girl was more interested in playing with the keyboard, calculator, and paper at a secretarial workstation.

And if you’re wondering what she dressed as, this year Peanut was…

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An Afghan princess!  Sorry, that’s the only picture I took.  Peanut’s godmother, Aunt R, bought her this beautiful dress, pants and head scarf in Kabul during her year spent as a civilian aid worker in Afghanistan.  I was pregnant with Peanut at the time, so R presented me with the outfit when Peanut was born.  Back then it seemed like she’d never grow into it, but she did just in time to wear a truly unique Halloween costume this year!  (Glad I didn’t wait any longer to try it on her – it was actually a bit small.)  The costume might actually have been too unique: most people assumed she was Red Riding Hood and I got a lot of strange looks when I explained, “She’s not Red Riding Hood, she’s an Afghan princess, that’s a head scarf and anyway it’s pink.”  But she also got a lot of compliments – her preschool teachers and directors loved the outfit and were mightily impressed when I told them it was a genuine Afghan dress.  I doubt we’ll be able to come up with something quite as cool next year, but we were pretty pleased with this year’s costume!

And there we have it – Halloween, three weeks late!  We did our best to make it fun for Peanut, but she was frightened of pretty much everything this year.  Hoping to make Thanksgiving a little more fun for her…

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Reading is my oldest and favorite hobby.  I literally can’t remember a time in my life when I didn’t love to curl up with a good book.  Here are my reads for October, 2014

The Golem and the Jinni, by Helene Wecker – This gaslamp fantasy novel has been on my to-read list since it was first released to widespread acclaim, and it didn’t disappoint.  Wecker’s story of a golem (a creature made of clay) and a jinni (a creature made of fire) who meet in 1890s New York City and become the unlikeliest of friends was enchanting.  Her rich language drew me right into the world she created, and her finely-drawn characters, from the kindly coffeehouse proprietress to the eccentric ice cream maker and the rebellious heiress, captured me entirely.  Loved, and highly recommend.

Anne of the Island, by L.M. Montgomery – As I’ve said before, I think fall is a perfect season to revisit my favorite of the Anne books.  So much happens in this volume – Anne goes away to college, sets up house with girlfriends old and new, falls in what she thinks is love, and falls in love for real.  The talk of books, and studies, and scholarships, and college friendships, is all so fall to me.  (Also, it seems like everyone and their mom is issuing beautiful new editions of L.M. Montgomery’s work, and I’m coveting in a bad way.)

The Four Graces, by D.E. Stevenson – This was my first D.E. Stevenson novel, bought because I love the charming reissues of her work (and proving that you can just a book by its cover; this story was just as lovely as the cover art).  Liz, Sal, Tilly and Addie Grace are the four daughters of a country parson who want nothing more than to enjoy the company of one another and their kindly father.  Unfortunately for them, a troublesome, meddling distant relation shows up uninvited for an extended visit and promptly turns the Grace household on its head.  Even if the Graces make it through the summer, life may never be the same.  I enjoyed the Graces very much – particularly spirited Liz and quiet Sal – and lucky me, I have three more beautiful reissued D.E. Stevenson books (the Miss Buncle books) in my den, if my books ever end up getting unpacked (working on it).

What We See When We Read, by Peter Mendelsund – This fascinating book (with pictures!) was part of my most recent Book Riot Quarterly box.  I was so excited to see it in there, because I’d been wanting to read it.  I don’t know that I would have bought it if left to my own devices, but it was a really interesting read and I enjoyed it very much.

Ten Years in the Tub: A Decade Soaking in Great Books, by Nick Hornby – I have been reading, and loving, this collection of Nick Hornby’s “What I’ve Been Reading” columns for The Believer magazine, since September, and I finally polished off the last one in late October.  I’d never read any of Hornby’s writing and I was blown away.  He could make me tear up (the way the man writes about his autistic son – and his other kids – such love) and crack up (oh, that rapturously intelligent Polysyllabic Spree!) on the same page, sometimes in the same paragraph.  Recommended to anyone who enjoys the books-about-books subgenre, and I’m now on the lookout for some of Hornby’s fiction, because I’m a big fan.

Amy Falls Down, by Jincy Willet – Another one that’s been on my TBR list for awhile, and I loved every word.  I read the first Amy Gallup book, The Writing Class, back in February, and adored it.  Amy Falls Down was completely different from its predecessor – almost a different genre, even, and I loved it all the more.  Everyone’s favorite washed up curmudgeon, Amy Gallup, has quite the turn-about in this book, starting when she falls down and hits her head on a birdbath in her backyard.  Within the hour, she has given a bizarre, eccentric interview that launches her career in completely unexpected ways.  I loved watching Amy flounder her way through her fifteen minutes (or maybe more?) of fame, and cheered for her as she started to get some of her mojo back.  And that’s all I’m going to tell you – go read it.

Reading slump or no reading slump, I had a fantastic October in books.  I didn’t read quite as quickly as I’ve been accustomed to do, but I’m starting to realize that this new, slower reading pace might be my new normal – at least for awhile.  (Maybe there’s a blog post there?)  Anyway, I’m calling October a successful month because I really enjoyed everything I read and three of the books – The Golem and the JinniThe Four Graces, and Amy Falls Down, may be three of my favorite reads all year.  I rarely have a month in which I can unreservedly recommend every single thing I read, but October was just such a month, and it felt good.  The slow reading speed has continued into November – I’ll be lucky to finish three books this month, with everything that’s been going on.  But that’s okay – I’m focusing on being kind and not demanding more of myself than I can reasonably give.  With a job, a toddler, a house just starting to come into order, and the holidays, it’s a day to day struggle to find any time to sit and just breathe, let alone read.  I’m muddling through.



Well, then.  Hello.  Thanks for waiting patiently for the last two weeks, and thanks for coming back.  What happened was, hubby was called out of town to tend to a sick friend for a little over a week, and he took the laptop with him so that he could work remotely during the days.  Since our desktop has recently been trying to contact Russia (bad desktop!) it’s been benched… which left me with no computer at home, and no way to blog unless I blogged from my iPhone, which is just a horrible, frustrating endeavor.  I had meant to write some posts ahead and bank them for the computer-free week (something I try to do anyway) but with a business trip for me and all the preparations for hubby’s departure, time got away from me and it didn’t happen, and what should have been business as usual turned into two weeks of near radio silence.  Sorry about that, and sorry that I couldn’t tell you more about what was going on – but I’m sure you understand.  For one thing, detailed information about our friend’s illness is not mine to share, and for another, I wasn’t about to announce to the entire internet that I was alone in the house with a small child for an extended period of time.  Anyway, our friend is on the mend, hubby is home, and I have my computer back, so posting and comment responses can now resume.

Although I haven’t been blogging, I’ve been busy-busy-busy.  I’ve got a lot to share in the upcoming weeks and I can’t wait to tell you all about it.  Here’s a quick update in list form:

1) Baby is growing bigger by the day, and he’s having a lot of fun playing around and kicking all over the place.  I also think he’s trying to introduce himself to me.  Hubby and I have a very short list of names that we can agree on, and I’ve had two dreams in a row about the baby with one name in particular – which happens to be the top contender anyway.  It seems to me that he’s putting in his vote, and the name feels more and more right by the day.  It wasn’t my top choice – hubby hates the name I really wanted for some reason – but it’s a name I love and I think the little guy is telling me that’s his name.  We’ll see, but I have a good feeling.

2) Other than dreaming up names, we’ve done next to nothing to get ready for the new arrival.  At 22 weeks pregnant, that’s not a huge issue, but given how early Peanut was born, I do want to get started.  The nursery-to-be is a complete train wreck, so cleaning it out and ordering some furniture is tops on the agenda for the next few weeks.

3) Now that I have my computer back, I finally have access to the knitting pattern I’d downloaded and saved for Peanut’s Weasley Christmas sweater, so at long last I’ve gotten started.  I’m using a snuggly, soft grey baby alpaca yarn I bought years ago at the Maryland Sheep & Wool Festival and I think it’s going to be a super cute sweater, if I can finish it in time for Christmas.  Last year I went down to the wire, and that was when I was a stay-at-home mom with a baby napping twice per day.  We’ll see how I do with this sweater, given that I’m back in the office and spending my spare time chasing an energetic toddler.  But I’m committed to making Peanut a handmade gift every year and I’m not about to miss the boat this Christmas.

4) Also on the knitting front, I have an idea for a baby blanket for Nugget.  I’m thinking diagonal blue and grey stripes in a thick, soft yarn.  Just have to find something thick enough that fits my specifications.  There is a super-soft bamboo yarn that Michael’s used to stock, so I may see if they still have it, and in the right colors.  But Peanut’s sweater takes priority.

5) My parents visited for a few days during hubby’s absence – both because they were planning to come for a visit anyway and so that I wouldn’t have to be on my own for such a huge stretch of time; I could have done it, plenty of moms do, but it was nice that I didn’t have to.  While they were here they made it their mission to get as much done around the house as possible.  My mom was an unpacking, organizing and cleaning machine, and my dad spent most of the weekend hauling boxes to the basement, hanging pictures and hooks around the house, and – the best! – installing a new guest bathroom toilet!  Considering a plumber tried to sucker us out of $700 for a toilet and installation, $150 for the toilet, and free labor a la Dad, went down very easy indeed.  I can’t even tell you how grateful I was to have my parents in town and for everything they did last weekend.  The house actually has gone from a sea of boxes that were stressing me out beyond belief, to a tidy and welcoming space.  We still have a lot to do, but at least I’m not overwhelmed and paralyzed anymore.

6) Oh, yeah, this: it’s snowed here twice already.  I consider this a personal affront by the weather gods.

Coming up this week: my October reading list, finally, on Wednesday, and a better-late-than-never Halloween recap on Friday.  And over the next few weeks I’ll have lots of fun stuff, including a few posts about running while pregnant, recaps of my fall travels to Maine and New York City, an update on my fall list, Thanksgiving festivities, and plenty of bookish goodness as always.  Thanks for staying tuned.

Please Bear With Me

I know posts have been few and far between around here. Everyone’s fine, but I’m currently without a computer at home and will be for the next week. I’ll be back with lots of good stuff – pumpkin patch and Maine recaps, last month’s reads, and more – on Monday next. Thanks for bearing with me until then, and check out the archives in the meantime!  Cheers, my friends.

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Happy Halloween, all!  I hope that your day is filled with no tricks and plenty of treats.  We’re going low-key this year, because it turns out Peanut is a gigantic scaredy-cat and hates everything to do with Halloween.  More on this to come.  But in case you’re up for more Fright Night shenanigans than we are over here, I’ve got a list of a few spooky, creepy, or eerie books to send a chill down your spine tonight.

The Hound of the Baskervilles

The Hound of the Baskervilles, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle – In this installment of Sherlock Holmes’ adventures, our intrepid detective is called to the spooky Dartmoor region to investigate reports of a spectral hound that has haunted a local aristocrat to his death and is now stalking his heir.  Holmes doesn’t believe in supernatural dog hauntings… do you?

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The Penguin Book of Witches, ed. Katherine Howe – I’m midway through this one now (wanted to finish it by Halloween, but didn’t quite manage it) and am completely fascinated.  Howe has compiled an absorbing little volume of primary source materials on witchcraft in medieval England and the early Colonies, which she explains in clear prose through her prodigious scholarship.  Reading primary sources on the English and American witch hunts is both interesting and chilling.

The Writing Class

The Writing Class, by Jincy Willet – Not a “spooky” novel, per se, but definitely one that will chill you to the bone.  This is a poison pen/murder mystery novel featuring reclusive writing teacher Amy Gallup, whose local university extension class is terrorized by a “class sniper” with a wicked pen, a talent for writing, and a complete disregard for human life.  Pretty scary stuff, and I guarantee you’ll think twice before signing up for your local extension classes.

A Discovery of Witches

A Discovery of Witches, by Deborah Harkness – If you haven’t already read the All Souls trilogy, featuring witch Diana Bishop and vampire Matthew Clairmont, there’s no better time than Halloween.  A Discovery of Witches is the first, but they get better and better as the trilogy progresses.  This is “Twilight for the grad school set,” as I described it to my mom, and if you’ve been avoiding vampire novels because… well, you know, the silliness… this is one series you might actually enjoy.  It’s still silly, but in a surprisingly absorbing way.

The Girl With All The Gifts

The Girl With All the Gifts, by M.E. Carey – I didn’t say much about this in my review of it back this summer when I read it, and I won’t say much now, because I don’t want to give away the plot.  Let’s just say, this is the only horror novel I’ve ever read and while I wouldn’t say I necessarily enjoyed the experience, I was glued to the book because I just had to know what would happen.  I can usually spot a twist a mile away, but this book had one that took even me by surprise, so bonus!  If you enjoy the occasional gory horror piece, give this a try.  Shudder.

There!  That ought to give you plenty of material for your Mischief Night.  Now, what are you waiting for?  Get to reading – it’s almost the witching hour!



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