Orange, a word for which there’s no rhyming partner, distinguishes itself in October.

So do pubishers, large and small and independent, as they release a flood of books for which they’ve built a buzz, ready as holiday gift purchases for friends and lovers and such.

I won’t be participating in this annual reading extravaganza this fall, when walking into a bookshop can be an orgasmic experience due to the massive and colorful book displays. I had knee replacement surgery in early September and, on the advice of my orthopedist, I filled my Kindle with books to read through the pain of the early days and the ennui of subsequent days when I’m not strong enough to walk far. I’ve read seven books through the first month and still have seven books to go. Based on my progress to date, my pre-selections to get me to a bookshop by Thanksgiving, when the pumpkin shape-shifts into pie.

While I won’t say that I’m languid or neglect the suggested exercise regimen, though I admit I’d prefer prefer to reading to this work prescribed by my PT. Reading doesn’t hurt. I’ve elected to read when I ice the tender tendons and new joint – a heavenly reward after the formidable demands of PT.

I’ve also been grateful for my Kindle at bedside when awakened by pain in the wee hours of this process… when the night wasn’t short enough.

P.S. Despite the fact that “orange” has no rhyming partner, there’s still a poem to accompany the pumpkin theme. Read it once, read it twice, then please tell me what the heck it means… otherwise, it’s “ew” on every level for me!