A friend mentioned a sudden yearning to attend the Gaithersburg Book Festival Friday night and so Saturday we went. I confess I am spoiled living in this area. We have several independent book stores that do events. We have the National Book Festival. We have a number of other events. So I get picky. What will the weather be like? Will there be track work on the metro that weekend?
Well, this weekend was beautiful. Warm enough to make a tropical blooded person like me happy, but not hot enough that people melt. Breezy but not gusty. Sunny and picturesque.
And it was lovely listening to authors, reading the excellent T-shirts, totes, and hats bookish people break out when they will be amongst other bookish people.
I ran into a few writers I know. I chatted in line with a few people. And yeah, I came home with a few more books.
