Ray Bradbury (when he isn't writing about book burning or aliens) inspires a sense of nostalgia like no other writer I've ever encountered. Something Wicked This Way Comes almost makes me feel like I'm ten again, running around town and getting into adventures with friends. The story is about an evil and magical carnival coming to town near Halloween and causing all sorts of macabre mayhem. I can't think of any book I'd rather read at this time of year. Bradbury was obviously feeling pretty nostalgic when he wrote this because the plot centers around the longing people have to become young and free again and has some really deep insights into life. It's much more than just a story for kids, although they would love it too.
I'm going to go sit on the stoop and reminisce. I wonder if I can find any Affy Tapples at the corner store.