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#0030 Author Life: Southern Book Festival Day

Do you remember October? I don’t. It went by way too fast. I tried to be productive, but there just wasn’t enough time. You know? Either way, the highlight was the weekend of The Southern Festival of Books.

The Southern Festival of Books Logo
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Boba from The Boba Bar

This was our second year attending Nashville’s Southern Festival of Books. We had a lot of fun last year, and we had even more fun this year.


We arrived at the festival on Saturday afternoon. Well, there’s a funny bit before that. We parked at the same location we parked at last year, and proceeded to the Legislative Plaza, where the festival was held last year. The first thing we noticed was the lack of festival at that location. It wasn’t being held in the same space as last year. Fortunately, it was only a few blocks of walking away.






Unfortunately, I got distracted by everything that was going on and only got this one picture

of the festival. I can confirm, though, that we had an excellent time.

Festival

There were more vendor tents than I could count, and I came back with this beautiful hardcover of Alebrijes. Though it’s aimed at kids, I still can’t wait to read it. That's probably what drew me in anyway. Ha. You can get your own copy here.

Here’s the blurb:

This is the story as it was told to me by Leandro the Mighty. For 400 years, Earth has been a barren wasteland. The few humans that survive scrape together an existence in the cruel city of Pocatel – or go it alone in the wilderness beyond, filled with wandering spirits and wyrms. They don’t last long. 13 year-old pickpocket Leandro and his sister Gabi do what they can to forge a life in Pocatel. The city does not take kindly to Cascabel like them – the descendants of those who worked the San Joaquin Valley for generations. When Gabi is caught stealing precious fruit from the Pocatelan elite, Leando takes the fall. But his exile proves more than he ever could have imagined -- far from a simple banishment, his consciousness is placed inside an ancient drone and left to fend on its own. But beyond the walls of Pocatel lie other alebrijes like Leandro who seek for a better world -- as well as mutant monsters, wasteland pirates, a hidden oasis, and the truth.

After we made our way through all the tents, we went over to our hotel, and got in a good nap before dinner. At Morton’s steak house, we had some amazing food. The dessert was most certainly a highlight of this excursion.


Afterwards, we went to go see Wicked at the Tennessee Performing Arts Center. Somehow, after all these years, I’d never seen it. Goodness was I impressed. I cannot imagine a better performance.

Wicked at TPAC

We spent the remaining part of the evening at the Skye lounge above our hotel, which provided a grand view of the Nashville skyline, along with all the alcohol we could afford. It was late night, but it was a good night, and a glorious end to a memorable day.

 
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CURRENTLY LISTENING:


For a moment I thought I might be listening something normal when it came time to do this part of the blog. I was wrong. I'm typing away to 29 Ghost IV by Nine Inch Nails.



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