I really don’t like Halloween, for quite a few reasons. I don’t like the whole celebration-of-evil root that the day has [I think I may be wrong about this part – see Hayley’s useful comment!], and I don’t like the idea that children should be able to demand goods with menaces in people’s homes. I don’t like the fact that many old or vulnerable people will probably spend their evenings scared in their homes. I don’t like that vicarages get targeted by egg-throwing youths. (‘Pranks’ in general seem pretty unkind to me.) Most of all, I don’t like that the creatures I’m scared of are put in decorations all over town.
SO, enough curmudgeonliness from me. I want to ask for your anti-Halloween book recommendations. Nothing scary, nothing murdery, nothing set in October. Basically, the kindest, nicest, funniest, loveliest book you can think of… any ideas?
(At the moment I’m re-reading Who Was Changed and Who Was Dead by Barbara Comyns, which I love, but which doesn’t quite fit that bill.)