From: Beth Fremont
To: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder
Sent: Thurs, 10/14/1999 11:09 AM
Subject: October, at last!
Beth to Jennifer: Callooh! Callay!
Jennifer to Beth: At last? October is half over. And what’s in October anyway?
Beth to Jennifer: Not “what’s in.” What is. October. My favorite month. Which, by the way, has only half begun.
Some find it melancholy. “October,” Bono sings, “and the trees are stripped bare…”
Not I. There’s a chill in the air that lifts my heart and makes my hair stand on end. Every moment feels meant for me. In October, I’m the star of my own movie—I hear the soundtrack in my head (right now, it’s “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes”)—and I have faith in my own rising action.
I was born in February, but I come alive in October.
Jennifer to Beth: You’re a nut.
Beth to Jennifer: A hazelnut. A filbert.
October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins.
O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!
Jennifer to Beth: I do love tiny candy bars.
Beth to Jennifer: Merry October!
Jennifer to Beth: All right, Merry October! Why not?
—my favorite part of Attachments by Rainbow Rowell