It sneaks up every year. There’s so much about Autumn that I enjoy. The colours. The harvest. My birthday. Thanksgiving. My daughter’s birthday. But none of that stuff happens until October. The Dave’s birthday is September 7, which is usually just after Labour Day weekend and is often the most beautiful summer weather. Then, bam! The next day starts the brisk march to Fall, and (**existential dread**) WINTER IS COMING.

I like being warm. Actually, I like being too warm. The kind of heat that penetrates to your bones. Most years, I finally start feeling warm enough by August. Then suddenly September. So, yeah.

But you know what’s GREAT? Books. And September brought me some good ones. In the interest of getting them posted, I’m just going to list them sans review or description.

David and Goliath by Malcolm Gladwell

Red at the Bone by Jacqueline Woodson.

Eight Perfect Murders by Peter Swanson

The Woman in the Window by AJ Finn

The Royal We by Heather Cocks and Jessica Morgan

The Wedding Party by Jasmine Guillory

Ghost of a Chance by Cate Dean

On the Pod:

Nothing new this month as I’ve been catching up on as-yet-unheard episodes of an old favourite, Rex Factor. Having ranked all the Kings and Queens of England and then of Scotland, Graham and Ali are now ranking the English crown consorts. If you’ve never listened, treat yourself!