Last Friday I took the train home to spend the Bank Holiday weekend in bibliophile heaven: Hay-on-Wye. I packed light because I knew that buying books was just a possibility, it was a given. It was my second time visiting the festival and the little town bursting with bookshops, and the previous year I had gone into a manic frenzy, buying books after each event, queuing up for half an hour to get it signed and then rushing to the next talk. By the end of the May Bank Holiday in 2017 I had sixteen books, an alarmed mother, and a considerably lighter purse.
As a seasoned Hay-goer, this year I decided to take a slightly less intense approach. I booked slightly less events I asked myself whether or not I would read the books in the next year or so. I still haven’t read all the books I bought last year. Continue reading “MISC: Hay Festival 2018”
I may have mentioned a few times that I was going to Hay Festival last week. If you didn’t know, then you’ve probably been tuning me out. It’s okay, I don’t blame you. I’ve been a stuck record for most of May. It was all I could do not to bring it up every five seconds, because if there’s something I love more than books, it’s a town full of them and a festival dedicated to their talented creators. I’m gushing again, sorry. Continue reading “MISC: Hay Festival”
Hay Festival is just over a week away and it can’t come soon enough. I’ve been waiting to go since last year, but I left it too late to organise myself (as usual). So for Christmas, my wonderful parents agreed to take me for the opening weekend. My mother picked the short straw because she’s the one who has to accompany me and listen to my bibliophile rantings for three days trapped in an idyllic village, but I’m not sorry. So in anticipation of a dreamy weekend in booktopia, here are 5 things I’m looking forward to: Continue reading “MISC: 5 Reasons I’m Excited for Hay Festival”