By Spencer Margaret 

Ah, fall. The leaves are changing, the morning air has a crisp bite to it, and so do those apples you happily paid $35 for at the orchard with your friends/partner. Your sweaters are fully in rotation, boots are ready for walking, and pine-scented candles have been lit.

Right around now, you’re probably also digging around to find your Halloween decorations. Ghosts and pumpkins, skeletons, and my favorite of all—witches. This is the time of year that we’re able to lean into our fascination with witches in a way the public (*cough*, patriarchy) deems seasonal and appropriate. It’s the perfect time to cozy up with an atmospheric, spooky read, or my favorite new genre: female rage books.