Notes On: How to Romanticise November
From playlists to reading lists to watching lists to Pinterest boards, here's your ultimate guide to spicing up November <3
βHave you seen my heart, somewhere in your castle of yellow leaves?β β E. M. Forster
βPeering from some high window at the gold of November sunset (and feeling that if day has to become night this is a beautiful way)β - E. E. Cummings
If November were a book, it would be written by Sally Rooney. All intricate observation and fluttering leaves, meaningful in their meaninglessness. Quiet moments of contemplation, perhaps shaded by peripheral dread, or excitement β that glittering promise of Christmas. If November were a film scene, it would be the one in Notting Hill, where Julia Roberts arrives at Hugh Grantβs door, fleeing from the press, and he becomes her sanctuary. There she sits, in one of his t-shirts, bare feet, and retreats from the world. Toast. Baths. No make-up. Quiet, comical conversations. (βHappiness isnβt happiness without a violin-playing goatβ). In other words: Peace (with a hint of creeping darkness).
Because when Taylor Swift wrote the phrase, βgrey November, Iβve been down since July,β the whole world felt it. Why? Well, November can feel overcast, sometimes. That peripheral fog encroaching over fields, the year yawning to a close as once-vibrant leaves squelch on roadsides and seasonal depression edges in with the darkness.
If September felt flush with the hope of a new year, then November feels tired, aching. But reader: there is beauty, here, too. November is for loafers and chai cookies and sparklers and pumpkins and cinnamon-spiced candles. For the song βCoffee Breathβ by Sofia Mills, for long slow evenings reading under heavy blankets, for swirling cinnamon into every coffee you make. Hereβs how to make the most of it; from playlists to reading lists to fashion and food.
Welcome to the final chapter of Lit Girl Fall.* I hope you love it.
Notes On: Spicing Up November
Letβs set the scene. November for gingerbread cookies and hot toddies and scarves as big as blankets. Itβs for long walks in foggy woodlands; for hour-long phone-calls with long-distant friends. Itβs for finding pockets of quiet, then swaddling yourself in them. Itβs for stillness, in every sense. Find some time to embrace it, this month, if you can. To quiet that buzzing mind, that buzzing phone. To light a candle and let your heart rate drift into relaxation. We spend our lives sprinting so fast we donβt even notice weβre moving: take some time, this month, simply to stop.
Iβve never been to a Thanksgiving dinner, but I love the concept. I think, at this point in the year, itβs such a valuable thing, to remind ourselves of all the things we treasure in this life β not in an Americanised, over-commercialised way, but in a quiet, completive way. On your notes app, write one thing youβre grateful for each day this month: apples, paperback books, your mum. Itβll only take ten seconds, but itβll root you in a sense of calm, or joy, or perhaps both.
Take some time to plan for Christmas, this month. Not in a βoh-my-god-ive-got-so-much-to-do-lets-fill-my-calendar-with-even-more-thingsβ way, but in a βwow-this-is-so-funβ way. Order a peppermint mocha. Spend an evening window shopping. Paint a Christmas card because you love painting and you havenβt done it in a while. Engage your inner child. Go on, I dare you.
November is for period dramas and flavoured chocolate. Sense and Sensibility with galaxy chocolate; Pride and Prejudice with a terryβs chocolate orange; Little Women with nutella on toast. You get the picture. (This is also a really fun girls night, just saying).
Go analogue this month. Leave your phone at home. Browse a second-hand bookshop, all overflowing shelves and yellowing pages. Take a magazine to a coffee-shop, or a bar, and spend a few hours reading it, cover to cover. Put your phone on Do Not Disturb, as often as you can. Itβll remind you of all the many wonders the world can offer you, when your attention isnβt being stolen by a screen.
Spend some time near an open flame. I know, I can hear you saying, this sounds dangerous. But November can feel like a dark month: literally, we hardly get any sun. Now is the time for you to seek out warmth; open fires in pubs, candles, bonfires, even sparklers. Itβll make you feel more alive.
And finally: do something youβve been putting off, this month. For me, itβs going to the dental hygienist. Once youβve done the thing, buy yourself some flowers. You deserve it.
A November Reading List (according to the βlit girl fallβ playlist):
βI Hate It Hereβ: Propulsive books that you wonβt be able to put down. Perfect for rainy Sunday afternoons or moments when you need to feel as though you need to jump into a world entirely different to your own.
The Interestings by Meg Wolitzer
The Vanishing Half by Brit Bennett
Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver
Writer(s) in the Dark:Β an autobiographical love letter to a best friend and his art; soft and beautiful poetry; and literary recipes perfect for autumn.
Just Kids by Patti Smith
New and Selected Poems by Mary Oliver
Sylvia Plathβs Tomato Soup Cake (a wonderful book of literary recipes, sent very kindly to me by Faber)
βDear Readerβ: Thereβs nothing like a classic in autumn; they remind us of the timelessness of the seasons.. Thereβs beauty in decay (I promise)
The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides
Autumn by Ali Smith
Persuasion by Jane Austen
βWaiting Roomβ: Books Iβve heard great things about and canβt wait to read this November
Sheβs Always Hungry by Eliza Clark (full disclosure: I was so lucky to receive an advance copy of this - Iβm half way through and obsessed).
Didion and Babitz by Lili Anolik. I could not be more excited about reading this book.
Some November Lit Girl Fall Recipes:
Taylor Swiftβs Chai Cookies
Emily Dickinsonβs Coconut Cake
Ingredients
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup unsweetened shredded coconut
1 cup milk
1/4 cup softened butter
2 eggs
1 tsp baking powder
1/4 tsp salt
Directions
Preheat your oven to 350Β°F (175Β°C). Grease a loaf pan or small cake pan.
In a large bowl, cream the butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, mixing well after each.
Sift together the flour, baking powder, and salt. Gradually add to the butter mixture, alternating with milk.
Fold in the shredded coconut.
Pour batter into the prepared pan and bake for about 45 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean. Let cool before slicing.
One Final Note:
You may be someone who finds darkness hard; who retreats with the fog and the nightfall into messy bedrooms and teenage habits (scrolling, drinking, not getting out of bed, a combination of the above). You may be experiencing a period of loss, right now, or just feeling overwhelmed at the state of the world (as I write this, US pre-election results, it feels like weβre teetering on a precipice). If this is you: know that you are not alone. That you cannot be happy, all the time. That to read the news and to feel heartbroken about it is to be human. That to be engaged with this heartbreak is to be brave. If all you can do is eat three meals a day and step outside once and watch a TV show that comforts you, know that you are not the only one. Youβre doing the best you can. And that is really quite admirable.Β
I hope you read something that makes you feel inspired, this month. That you spend at least half an hour walking through the kind of autumnal landscape that Keats would have loved. That you listen to your favourite song and take a really long shower and breathe in the steam like a medicine and curl up in clean sheets and feel safe, and whole, in a cocoon of your own making. I hope you light some sparklers. I hope they light something in you. I hope you read at least one really beautiful poem and find a leaf shaped like a heart and take it home to store between pages. I hope you tell someone you love them, because this life is for the living, and - Iβve said it before - this month will pass, whether or not you make the most of it. In years to come, youβll remember moments not yet lived; the taste of marmalade, perhaps, or overwhelming stress (accompanied by instant coffee) or maybe - just maybe - a sense of peace, of stillness, like hot breath drifting on cold air. Of gold November sunsets. Leaves piled high to protect hearts. Cats curled, purring on knees. The sound of a smile through a scratchy phone, kettle boiling in the kitchen. These poignant, evanescent moments of absolute contentment.
Because yes, reader, itβs true: there really is beauty here, too.
P.S. There wonβt be a newsletter this Sunday - I wanted this one to spring into your inbox at the very beginning of November! Normal scheduling will resume next Sunday <3
*Lit girl fall is for those who find great joy in simple things (cinnamon-spiced lattes, finding an antique copy of your favourite novel); for the grown-up Tumblr βthought daughtersβ who readΒ The Bell JarΒ once and never looked back, because it made them feel seen, and inspired, and also slightly self-indulgent. Itβs for those for whom the album βREDβ is almost a religion (it is β quite literally βΒ holy ground). Itβs for reading bell hooks as the rain patters and the candles flicker and articulating the thought β even if itβs just in your own notes app β that you are the adult your teenage self aspired to be.
As a hopeless romantic, I just love your notes on how to best romanticise each month and the specificity of the recommendations. I was especially delighted to discover, through this issue, that there exists a little treasure trove of recipes from the kitchen of Emily Dickinson! Thank you for that. β€οΈ
you are truly the best writer and enthusiast ever! thanks for inspiring glimmers and girly romanticising π₯π€π