Honestly, every season is a season for reading—but there’s something extra special about fall. Maybe it’s the chill in the air, or the way shorter days invite you to curl up inside. Whatever it is, autumn seems tailor-made for sinking into a dark, luscious story in a way that summertime just can’t match.
When I started pulling books from my shelves to make a fall TBR, I ended up with far too many. My stacks quickly grew into a delightful mix: Agatha Christie–style whodunits, gothic historical romances (bonus points if there’s a fantasy twist), anything set in Victorian London, cozy contemporaries that feel like pumpkin spice lattes, eerie ghost stories, and some odd little titles that just felt like fall reads.
Will I get to them all? Absolutely not.
Will I try anyway? Of course.
And that’s the paradox of every bookworm’s life. The consolation is simple: if I did manage to devour all of these titles this season, what would I have left to savor next fall?
Some of these reads will carry me into the winter months, too—but I firmly believe certain books are best saved for autumn. They belong to the season of colorful leaves, cozy scarves, pumpkins on the porch, and nights that beg for a blanket and a good story.
The Book Nook 