From the moment I read of the Tappan Zee, I know that autumn is truly here. As assuredly as leaves changing, apple cider simmering and pumpkins appearing in the fields, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is a part of my autumn. With so many books in the world, I reread few. However, I make an exception time and again for this classic. I first read this when I was twelve, after ordering it from a Scholastic flyer at school. Each autumn since, I read Washington Irving’s charming tale.
Irving is in love with language. This is abundantly obvious in his descriptions of the overflowing delicacies at the table that Ichabod admires. A fair amount of bewitching magic is added to conjure an inescapable vision of a bygone era that seems to inch closer as the old Hessian soldier gallops nearer. If you have only seen the film versions of this tale and not read it, then perhaps the ending is a bit of a mystery to you. Irving pens more than Ichabod’s demise; he hints at so much more. If you are unsure what I mean, I encourage you to find out for yourself and perhaps you’ll be charmed both by the book and the season.
My best to you all,