While browsing the Edinburgh Book Festival programme, it got me thinking about what the book festival actually means to me. As an avid reader it becomes my second home in August and if I am honest for the duration of last year’s festival I think I spent more time there, than I did my own home.
To me it is a place where I can totally be myself and talk with people who share the same interests. In my normal day-to-day life I rarely come into physical contact with anyone who reads as much as I do but for that short time in August I know I have somewhere to go where I feel like I can just talk about books all day long and not feel like I am boring the other person. It is a festival that brings like-minded people together to celebrate the written word.
I say this every year but I really don’t think there are any words in the English language than can accurately describe the atmosphere of the Edinburgh International Book Festival. It is place where I catch up with old friends and make new ones. After all it is always nice to put a face to a person that I regularly talk to on twitter or communicate with via email.
Family members tell me I am mad, that I work my holidays around the Edinburgh book festival and always aim to have as much time off during the festival as I can physically get but to me this has become an essential part of August, I think I would feel lost if I could not attend at least a couple of days of the festival. In all honesty at this time in my life, I would not have it any other way.
I feel like every avid reader should have the chance to experience Edinburgh International Book Festival at least once in their lifetime. It is one of the most respected book festivals in the world and you can sense this in the atmosphere the minute that you walk through the entrance. I truly do feel lucky that this happens on my doorstep every year.