How does this happen? Confessions of a book lover.

The biennial Adelaide Festival of Arts starts today. This feast of cultural events is now a well established event in South Australia, celebrating 50 years of festivals  this year.  It has maintained a world class standard for festivals since its inception. This week there have been political promises to make it an annual event – we have a state election here in 3 weeks’ time.

Writers’ Week

A very prominent and popular part of the Adelaide Festival of Arts is Writers’ Week, starting tomorrow. Several dozen leading Australian and International writers descend on Adelaide for this festival. Several large marquees are set up in the beautiful parklands and the writers are given centre stage for a whole week. Most sessions are free events for the reading and writing public, a rare thing these days. Book launches are also a prominent feature of the week, along with the announcement of a raft of awards.

Programme Guide

I plan to attend a number of sessions next week so during the week I wandered into a leading bookshop in Adelaide to buy the programme guide. The price was $7 and I thought that wouldn’t break the bank or drain the wallet too much.

How come then I come out of the bookshop with six books in a bag?

Those wonderful novels – some in hardback – were sitting there on the bargain tables quietly whispering my name and begging to be taken to a good home. I couldn’t resist.

As part of this confession, and to atone for my misdeeds, I’ll read those books over coming weeks and then review them here on this blog. It’s the least I can do.

Good reading.

Good writing.

To read more about my impressions of the Adelaide Writers’ Week click here.


4 Responses to “How does this happen? Confessions of a book lover.”

  1. Snail says:

    How come then I come out of the bookshop with six books in a bag?

    You weren’t expecting to go into a bookshop and come out again book-free?! All those lovely perfect-bound paperbacks with their colourful covers and siren songs …

  2. Wendy says:

    you aren’t going to tantalise us with the names of the books?

  3. Trevor says:

    You are right, of course Snail. The siren song is loud and clear every time I enter one of those holy shrines we call a bookshop.

  4. Trevor says:

    Wendy – all in good time. I shall read and then review them on these pages.