Smiling at TFoB
I went to the Tucson Festival of Books this weekend, and I am a happy girl. There were many many people on the mall at the UofA and in the classrooms and ballrooms and we were all wearing shit-eating grins. There's no other way to describe it. Here were thousands upon thousands of people who liked to read. Who loved to read. Who lived to read. Who had read what I'd read or things I wanted to read now that they'd told me about them and we all were smiling. Every one of us, from the middle school girl questioning Alice Hoffman and Nina Kiriki Hoffman and Charles de Lint about their motivation and plot structure and sparking a conversation between panelists and audience that left us all feeling satisfied. And smiling. We were sitting around in a small auditorium, with authors holding their pony tails back with a scrunchie and recommending Matt the Electrician as music to write to . They gave advice - I write what I'd like to ...