It’s that time of year again – last Saturday, Matt, Eva, and I attended the 2009 National Book Festival. I have to say it was a much better experience this year. What you didn’t read in last year’s blog entry was that I was still in the midst of morning sickness (which should be called “all day sickness”), it was hot and muggy, and I had to leave in the middle of Philippa Gregory’s talk to avoid passing out.
This year I felt fantastic, and the weather was cool, cloudy, and threatening to rain. That is my favorite kind of weather. Though there were a number of big names attending, Matt and I chose to see Lee Child, since we’ve read all of his books and my parents always give rave reviews of his book tours.
We waited in line to get him to sign four books, and Eva met her first author. She celebrated with a long stroller nap.
We sat on the grass afterward and ate granola bars and bananas. Eva woke up in the middle of the author talk, and Matt held her so she could look around.
We all had a great time – though I think Eva’s favorite part of the trip was when we took the stairs in the parking garage. Matt carried the stroller and I carried her and she got to look around at brand new scenery. Maybe next year we’ll see some literary appreciation.