The End of #BEA2015
I got to spend the entire day at the Book Expo today. In the morning, Hilary and I roamed the exhibits and the autographing area, open to possibilities, and snapped up intriguing stories about superheroes, women of science, mystery and Alice in Wonderland. I am fairly sure we walked by Dr. Ruth. I am also sure we walked by Tim Federle, but I was in a book-drunk daze, and couldn’t be witty and exchange puns with him. Missed opportunity!
The main event of today was the Book Group Speed Dating, an event where 27 (!!!) publishers and imprints gathered with book bloggers and librarians, and lovely tables heaped with lovely books, to tell us about titles that would make good book group picks. I told myself, going in, that I had to remember I could only carry so much. That I tend to prefer genre fiction, like mysteries, fantasy, and historical, to straightforward novel narratives. Yes, I told myself these things. I left books on the tables! I did!
Dang, those publicists, and those lovely book designers are good at shattering one’s willpower.
I swear, books jumped into my bags. And for all the books I have, more books than I think I could read in an entire year, there’s at least ten more titles I don’t own and I’m absolutely pining for.
I’m six inches shorter than I was on Wednesday morning and I don’t know where I’m going to put all these beautiful books.
I’m just luck nobody’s thought to organize a Book Group Speed Dating for mystery lovers, or other genre fiction readers, or foodies, because I’d be even more doomed to bring home all the books.
Now to pet my giant stacks of books, be entirely too perplexed about where to put them, and do yoga to see if I can make myself taller.
What will I read first? I also need to update my book list post.
Bit of a melancholy cast to the evening as well… Book Expo’s pulling up stakes and heading to Chicago for next year, and I’m pretty sure I won’t be making the trip. But something tells me I’ll have plenty to read til it comes back.