There were a lot of book buyers in Washington, D.C. on the Mall this weekend. But I didn't go anywhere near where books were selling because I promised (myself) not to buy another book until I finished reading the stack I already have. So far 17, unread books (I may as well add) are still on my desk. There are at least 3 more books I really, really want to buy. If I can read all 20 books, I just may accomplish the reading goal I set this year.
At any rate, all that mustard extrapolated and now another whole subject away from where I intended to be, I'll get back on point. What I really want to share are TEN Impressions (and wonderings) (and sightings) I caught from the Washington, D.C. National Book Fest.
At the top, book readers must be the calmest people; possess the greatest moods. Thousands of people milling about and everyone, or at least everyone holding a book or a pink bag, were just as polite, and friendly, and quiet even. The silence on the mall was loud for as large a crowd.
--- Whoever wrote that children's book had a line wrapped (just about) around the entire mall waiting to have their book autographed.
--- I wondered how much it cost Barnes and Noble for that air-conditioned tent. I could be wrong but it looked like the only one.
--- I wondered if porta-potties are designed (and installed) by the same folks who construct those bathrooms in airplanes and buses. I never thought about this before, but you know how it goes... there's always a first!
--- I actually got so delirious from ALL the walking that I almost (accidentally) walked right through the White House living room. Graciously I was stopped, though I bet if I wasn't, I would have walked right through the Oval Room—chit-chat in progress, Obama present, and everything else that takes place in that room—and never would've known it. Wouldn't have noticed a thing.
--- Which speaking of walking, I'm positive I lost several thousand calories in D.C.
--- And hey! There was one author's name on the itinerary I recognized. Tayari Jones. Nope. Didn't get to meet her. It was far too hot to risk losing any more calories waiting in a long line for one book autograph and a fleeting chance to say hello. I found me a nice cool spot beneath a tree to lie beside and made like a lover of nature, and slept.
--- And guess what? Guess what I saw in my sleep? The grass really does (always) appear greener on the other side.
--- And guess what else came up while sleeping on the National Mall's lawn? I woke up with a working title for a future book (and please don’t nobody steal it); 'My Love Affair with a Well Fed Bumble Bee...' Again, it's only a working title, so please don't clip it.
Above all, and seriously, I see a bright future ahead for readers who love books. Lounging on immaculate lawns, breezy love in the air, and peace.