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Not glum in Glommen

The pace in Sweden is slower. Not all book festivals have ‘their own’ beach, or the weather in which to enjoy it. Had we brought our swimsuits, that is. As it was, the Resident IT Consultant spent the time in the shade behind a bush on the beach…


Litteraturfestival Glommen had its very first outing yesterday afternoon. Yes, right slap bang in the football match. Not to worry. They merely started an hour earlier to facilitate the buying of books. Not that I did worry, having zilch interest in one of the two things. Guess which one.

Ulrika Larsson

To kick things off – that’s the book festival, obviously – local bookshop owner Ulrika Larsson talked about all 25 authors and their books, only muddling some of the characters and putting them in each other’s books. She’s part of the Larsson dynasty, meaning her father was a student of Mother-of-witch’s, back in the day, and I remember her grandfather from when I was very small.

There were children’s books, and there was crime – book type only – and lots of feelgood novels. That’s the very latest, I believe. Most authors were local, although I confess I didn’t see Lars Kepler, who’d have been very local indeed.

Erika Widell Svernström, Therese Loreskär och Johan Rockbäck

They sold books. They raffled books. There were free chocolates and biscuits and stuff. There was also pay-for buns and cakes along with tea and coffee – served on the shaded and just the right windy verandah with a view of the sea across the road – as well as hot hot dogs. Well, the weather was hot.


Two authors had book launches, and I swear I heard at least one champagne (?) cork flying. Or was it the over-excited pear cider?

Some of the authors had a past on the local paper, Hallandsposten, and I learned about revenge blogs. Just to be safe, I don’t think I’ll engage in that.

Svensk flagga


Fairing on

I’m quite impressed by Therese Loreskär. And this isn’t something that happens all that often. When I first encountered Therese she was being featured in my holiday newspaper Hallandsposten, as someone from my holiday place, who lived in Cambridge, and who’d written a novel about a blogger.

A couple of years later and we met, at the holiday campsite, where they had decided to hold a small book fair one Saturday, and had invited all local-ish authors they could find. Therese was one of them, and by then she had written a whole pile of short children’s books as well. She gave me her blogger novel to read, which I did.

Another year and another campsite book fair, but this time I believe organised by Therese, who had moved ‘back home’ and presumably wanted something to do.

And so to this year. This week, in fact. On Saturday the third Haverdals Bokmässa is happening, and yet again it’s Therese who is making it happen. I’m not saying Swedes are lazy, but they are more laidback, and this whole book fairing thing feels somewhat Cambridge-inspired to me.

But whatever it is, I think it’s great that Therese works so hard and that people are interested in coming. I can see that for the campsite it’s a business venture, getting those who are not campers to come. But they could have gone for an ice cream festival if they’d wanted to. They have even cooperated with Therese Loreskär on a new book, set on and around the campsite.

Therese wrote the story, Karin Eklund illustrated it and the campsite organised the printing of the book, and will now be selling it to their guests. And you know, wouldn’t you want to buy a book for your child, set in the actual place you are holidaying? It’s a great idea.

This year they are suggesting people come early to the talk by Ulrika Larsson from the bookshop in town, as it was ‘sold out’ last year. Imagine that!

The camping book event

Bokens Dag, Haverdals Camping

Starved of book events as I was, it took very little for Ingrid Magnusson Rading to persuade me to join her at the local camp site. Neither of us needed a ‘room’ so to speak, but she was invited as a local author, and I invited myself as the world renowned Bookwitch. It is a nice camp site, and were I not against depriving myself of many creature comforts, I wouldn’t mind holidaying there. After all, camp site owners don’t usually arrange book events, do they?

Bokens Dag, Haverdals Camping

There was a lovely large conservatory filled with tables and chairs for you to have your coffee and cinnamon bun at, in the most fashionable eclectic style. So that’s food and interior design covered. The local authors brought their books, which meant Ingrid showed off the latest printing of her gorgeous coffee table book on Haverdal.

Bokens Dag, Haverdals Camping

Cambridge based Therese Loreskär brought both her adult novels about her ‘blogging queen’ and some of her children’s books. She generously pressed a copy of her blogging book (Bloggdrottningen) into my hands, presumably feeling it suited me.

Bokens Dag, Haverdals Camping

Two more authors of children’s books, one of whom reputedly has a series of 40 books planned(!), were there, but due to some admin mix-up in my brain I have lost their names. Rest assured that they have names. Not to mention books.

Bokens Dag, Haverdals Camping

Being utterly Swedish, a ‘tree question’ event had also been prepared. This means you go for a walk, and as you find a sheet with a question on it fluttering in some tree or other, you answer it, and if you want to win, you don’t shout the answer out loud to everyone else standing around, scratching their heads regarding what Bamse ate to give him superstrength. (His granny’s special honey.)

Bokens dag, Haverdals Camping

The day ended with a visit from Ulrika Larsson, who is a third generation Halmstad bookseller. By then I had had to leave, seeing as Ingrid and I had a prior engagement with some friends from primary school that evening.

A children and animals miscellany

I found the perfect book blog holiday illustration the other day, but was unable to act on it. I was sauntering along the water’s edge, giving my toes some much needed sea contact. It was peaceful strolling, despite the beach being pretty busy. A young girl (early teens?) did the same, but in the opposite direction. She was dressed for the beach, skimpy bikini and all. And she was reading a book. I’m not sure I could walk and read without falling over. I was dying to ask her what book, if she liked it, and if I could take a picture of her for my blog, but it didn’t feel quite decent, even for Sweden.

Other close encounters on the beach include a sizeable crocodile. Daughter scornfully pointed out it wasn’t real. But it moved! I swear it did. It might have been inflated plastic, but it definitely moved.

So did the little dog which came all the way into the house, as far as my wardrobe office. I heard the pitter patter of feet and turned round, expecting the orange cat (although why it should pitter patter I don’t know, seeing as silent sneaking is more its style), only to find the small beige dog from next door.

The giraffe on the café table at the windmill was more sedate. It was leaning against a flowerpot, and didn’t do much at all.

We went for ice cream at Margit’s. In fact, it was Daughter’s treat. We must be getting old when Offspring pay for our treats out. I people-watched as I ate my pecan and pistachio cone, slowly realising the children at the next table were very pale. This was explained when I heard them speak English (as well as Swedish, so rather like ourselves). They were clearly so freshly arrived from England that no colour had had time to happen. ‘Real’ Swedish children look like gingerbread children, with straw on top.

Speaking of straw, we picked our own strawberries a couple of times. They are no longer covered by straw, but unromantic black plastic. The taste is fantastic, though. Beats the sad mush shops here have started offering their customers.

Therese Loreskär, Bloggdrottningen

And speaking of half-English children, the local shops have been selling a blogger book. At first I didn’t know what it was; whether a novel written by a blogger, or a book consisting of blog posts. After reading an article in the local paper I know it’s both. Sort of. It’s a novel, written by a local Swedish blogger, recently moved to lovely Cambridge (‘where mothers are at home with their children’ so she had nothing better to do but write a book), although I think it’s in blog post format.

Hallandsposten - Therese Loreskär, Bloggdrottningen

(Apologies for lack of link. Hallandsposten have gone posh, and are hiding behind a paywall these days.)