These are the books I’ve read that remind me the most of fall because of the cover (and sometimes, also because of the content).
An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson: let’s start with what’s probably the most obvious one and kind of the quintessential fall YA fantasy. This is a fae romance between a human and a fae from the autumn court named Rook, so the fall tones of the cover (and the crows) make sense. And it’s just… so nice to look at.
Far From the Tree by Robyn Benway: I remember this one being a beautiful, quiet-but-emotional contemporary novel, which I do like to read during these months, but I don’t remember if the novel actually had anything to do with fall. Anyway, falling leaves! It hardly gets more of an autumn cover than that.
The Wicker King by K. Ancrum: the muted, gray tones, the odd, vaguely ominous yellow drawings, the way everything looks old and faded… yes, this reminds me of fall. It has a nostalgic feel to it and so does this season. (I don’t remember the book having anything to do with fall, though.)
Strange Grace by Tessa Gratton: falling leaves (petals?), red like blood; a naked tree. Everything in this book, even its content, reminded me of fall, as fantasy stories that stand on the line between dark fantasy and horror often do.
For a Muse of Fire by Heidi Heilig: I love the bright red of this one – this was kind of a cover buy to begin with – and the red/orange/yellow tones here are really autumnal. The book itself doesn’t have anything to do with the season as far as I remember (but you should read it anyway, really).
Books that remind me of fall because of the inside, not their covers.
When the Moon Was Ours by Anna-Marie McLemore: all of Anna-Marie McLemore’s books remind me of fall, but this more than the others, because one of the plotlines (as far as you can call anything in a magical realism book a plotline) involves pumpkins and pumpkin carving and pumpkin patches. It’s magical and one of the most beautiful, autumnal things I’ve ever read.
Missing, Presumed Dead by Emma Berquist: this is the season for ghost stories and thrillers! This story is both, and it’s also gay, so it’s perfect.
Spellbook of the Lost and Found by Moïra Fowley-Doyle: an atmospheric, quiet and cozy magical story with a mystery aspect. All of this screams autumn to me, even though I’m not sure the book actually takes place in that season. It’s set in an Irish small town and has an almost timeless, nostalgic quality to it too.
The Beautiful by Renée Ahdieh: thinking about historical fiction featuring dangerous paranormal societies makes me think of fall more than any other season, even though this story is technically set in winter. It’s the decadence! Very autumnal if you ask me. It does help that I read it (and loved it) just a few weeks ago.
Witchmark by C.L. Polk: a steampunk-like magical story about witches with a cozy , rainy atmosphere. How could that not be a fall read? It’s also very gay and I can’t wait for its f/f sequel, Stormsong.
Which books/covers remind you of fall?