It's that time of year where autumn leaves are losing their crunch and we're moving into the soggy, mulchy, grey/black of winter. Suddenly, the seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness hands over to something more depressing and more sinister. Death, ghosts, magic and frost is definitely in the air.
Halloween of course looms at the end of the month, the day when the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is pierced by those that dwell on the other side. You can tell I've been reading...
I have never got into horror as a genre because I give my self nightmares don't see the point in gratuitous fear. But a few years ago I set my self a challenge that for Halloween I would be reading something fitting for the season. This year I am reading The Woman in Black, and it is early days in the book. It's not too bad yet, though I fear something bad may happen to Spider. Don't tell me anything.
The point is I have loved almost all the books I have read so far, but still do not make an effort to make horror/thriller/gothic books part of my everyday diet. People like what they like, and while I think everyone should branch out occasionally, to get a taste of something different and change habits and ruts in their reading, there is nothing wrong with having a favourite or least favourite genre.
Telling ghost stories is an old tradition of celebrating the success of the harvest and buckling up for a long winter. A mindful preparation for the darkness in the world that is coming for us... Telling us to stay close to bonfires and family during the coming months and to treasure them. It is also a fun party game at Halloween to tell a tactile ghost story.
Have fun everyone! Whhooooooohhooo
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