The Heart of a Witch | 
Yet for Kip and Shelley the sweets were subordinate to the thrill of roaming anonymously through the crisp October night. A smoky wind shook the trees; dry leaves drifted down and whispered mysteriously underfoot as they made their way along streets rendered magical by darkness. Every house boasted its grinning jack-o'-lantern; the moon itself was a huge orange pumpkin. A taste of wildness sharpened the air...
My bedtime reading! (Photo is from a couple days ago though.) Mysterious enough to give a fun shiver now and then, but not so creepy it threatens nightmares. This is the second Judith Hawkes book I've read & I love how much she researches her subject (this time Wicca, in the other one 'psychical researchers'), which enables her to include enough details, both otherworldly and mundane, that it almost feels like a memoir instead of a novel.
