kyburg | So. Many. BOOKS.

And so much more. People. Fascinating, infuriating, incredibly strange - people.

Sharp digs in the memory banks - joys of my heart that I finally got to put a face to. (Pico Iyer, one of my most favorite of guilty pleasures - does this festival every year. I owe him a letter and a thank you card. I think I could actually send it now, without it being a total fangirl crush note.)

Getting one on Ted Allen (doing a cooking demonstration, of all things - he has a book out on the subject) - although sitting outside for three hours plus in the perfect Southern California sunshine (NO SHADE) at the Cook's Stage might not have been the brightest of the bright. The top of my head is itchy, and Jim is a delightful shade of bronzed-blonde fry.

Consider this a placeholder for more on the subject - I must get sleep, and this is my first pass at LJ all day.

The budget was $200 for the weekend, we stuck to it - but.

Outside of $8 a day for parking, and that really was optional - metro would have gotten us there - we spent the entire budget on books. We could. Past parking, there were no other costs involved. No entry, no hotel, no nothing. In a perfect venue for holding panels - they used theater-seating style lecture halls at UCLA.

I'm tempted to take pictures of the stacks instead of listing them. I am tired.

But I'm telling you. You can't beat this. I didn't get through all the booksellers. Anything I wanted signed - I got signed.

I didn't get to comic book row - but it exists.