Glorious, Glorious Bookfest

You know when you're standing up, but your head is cocked uncomfortably to the right but you don't mind because it's a joyful task to read binding after binding so you take the pain? Well, that's what I was doing today at the main public library in the city that some call "Brissey." And I couldn't find anything. This is fine for now because I'm in the middle of David Copperfield and it's a swell experience. And after next week, I won't need the library for a while.

Why? Because it's bookfest time again! I mean...IT'S BOOKFEST TIME AGAIN!!!!!

Lifeline is keeping its promise of a bi-annual affair and taking over a bunch of halls at the Brisbane Convention Centerre for four days beginning June 7.

I discovered this by chance only two nights ago when I did a little Googlin' out of curiosity. And there it was. But now that I know, it's hard to tolerate the number of days (or sleeps, as they say here when there is excitement involved) I have to wait.

The short of it is that there are before attendees' eyes more books than can possibly be expected for prices cheaper than the most-used of used bookstores.

For instance, the last time we went just five months ago, we got 46 books for $23. That, for the math-impaired, such as myself, is $.50 a book. And that was without preparation. Without experience. Full of guilt over the feeling we were spending way too much money, as we tossed book after book into our two bags.

This time? We're going prepared. We'll arrive when the doors open at 8 a.m. (or maybe we'll get there at 9) with four bright-green grocery bags in tow. I'm looking in more than one section, too. Psychology. History. Biography. Lit.

And I've already planned next year. We should be in Sydney, so that means a road trip. And a we'll have a car hopefully (a Civic Type R more hopefully), so I can't even imagine what kind of goods we'll haul. But baby steps first.