September song

But the days grow short when you reach September
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame
And I haven’t got time for the waiting game

And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you

                         (Kurt Weill, Maxwell Anderson)
A sweet time at our house with a visiting grandson (and his parents), a visiting daughter (minus her cats this time around), and a scattering of bright days among the rainy ones. The other morning I noticed that the bigleaf maples are turning and the air has that cool tang of autumn. Apples, stardust, the knowledge that chanterelles are out there if we just hunt carefully enough.
A perfect time to offer a sale! So I am. Three novellas — Inishbream, Patrin, and Winter Wren — for $45, shipping included. Here’s what reviewers have said about the books:
Inishbream is a story imbued with the rhythms of speech and of the natural world, of dying and living, of flight and change. It holds the same fundamental truths as a sung air, as the hanging notes of a tin whistle, of the resonance of pipes.” — Quill and Quire
“In Patrin, Kishkan skilfully weaves together several complementary threads, each one illustrating a different aspect of longing. One thread expresses the nostalgia for a personal past (Patrin’s first loves, and her early days of independence as a young woman just coming into her own); another illustrates Patrin’s desire to connect to an ancestral past, to feel part of something larger than herself.” — Vancouver Sun
“Kishkan’s new novella, Winter Wren, is a phenomenal read, and the latest evidence that there’s no accounting for which artists are the ones who get famous.” — Book Addiction
Each of them is the ideal length for an afternoon’s read by the fire (or the memory of one), each one of them will take you to unexpected places — an island off the west coast of Ireland, Czechoslovakia before the Velvet Revolution, a wild beach on Vancouver Island. And they make beautiful gifts. (Is it too early to think about Christmas? No.)
Here’s my grandson Arthur enjoying novellas on a rocking chair by the fire.
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And the days dwindle down to a precious few
September, November
And these few precious days I’ll spend with you
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~ by theresakishkan on September 5, 2016.

2 Responses to “September song”

  1. Hello Theresa, I am an appreciative reader of your blog and I would like to take advantage of your Autumn novella sale. How can I send you money? best wishes, Jane

    http://www.janecovernton.com

    On 5 September 2016 at 10:04, …Theresa Kishkan, writer… wrote:

    > theresakishkan posted: ” But the days grow short when you reach September > And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame And I haven’t got time for > the waiting game And the days dwindle down to a precious few September, > November And these few precious days I’ll spend with you ” >

    • Jane, thank you for this. I can deliver the books on Saturday morning if that works for you — have to take people to the ferry. (Just email me …) And you can pay via Interac or with cash or cheque on Saturday.

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