Bookwitch

I’m trying to decide here. Who to see, or even how to choose. I’m going to that fun place again - the Gothenburg book fair. They have a few hundred events over four days and I won’t be up to going to quite all of them.

There are less seminars to my taste this year, which in a way is good, as exhaustion might take longer to set in. But when there are three or four all starting at the same time; which do you pick?

Shall I go for the “biggest” name or the worthiest subject? Do I prefer the President of Estonia to Che Guevara? Yes, I know Che is dead, but something about him. One of Sweden’s biggest pop stars or some new Swedish crime?

Who knows. Sometimes events take care of themselves. Last year I sent Son on his own to waylay Orhan Pamuk while I cured my galloping migraine with smuggled-in Earl Grey and Jamaica cake. And then he went and got the Nobel Prize. Pamuk, not Son.

I have that afternoon down as a bit of a hit and miss. As I was about to sink my teeth into the medicinal Jamaica cake I spied Librarian Husband of Cousin, so needed to delay the cure for a chat. LH of C was chasing Jacqueline Wilson. He kept missing her, and I kept seeing Jacqueline. That’s life.

Regarding choice of seminars; suggestions are more than welcome.