This is the reason that I've spent the last few (unpaid) months of my life putting the festival together - the trade off. A mountain of books by festival authors has arrived and I couldn't be more delighted by the prospect of having to curl up in the cool rainy weather we're having with a cup of tea, uggies on tooters and a pile of essential reading.
I grew up in one of those protestant work ethic households where reading was considered to be a waste of valuable time. I never saw my parents read a book. Homework was OK, but not reading for pleasure . The idea of having a job that required me to read was incomprehensible to my father.
Even now I still have the nagging feeling of being a wastrel when I pick up a book rather than go outside to do some 'real' work. Those childhood experiences go in deep, but not deep enough to counter the excitement of opening a new book, in mint condition, all shiny and crisp and chock full of ideas. So far, I've read 2 memoirs by poets written in some of the most beautiful prose imaginable, a brilliant history, the story of an ex-Qld cop, a book about the science of the mind and consciousness, a brick of a biography and a bit of cool pop science.
Only another two metres to go.
The festival program will be up on line soon. Go check out the festival site and follow it if you don't already.