Last weekend I found myself in the trifecta of happy planning: (1) there was an event I wanted to go to, (2) I KNEW about said event PRIOR to its occurrence, and (3) I was free for the event.
The Printer’s Row Lit Fest had previously escaped me since the happy day I found out that there was a Chicago fest entirely devoted to books. But last weekend I caught it. And I caught it good.
Printer’s Row is like the epicenter in this city for everything I’m a sucker for. Prettiness. Old buildings. Brick. Books. A clock tower. And then the frosting on the cake (and we all know the frosting is ALWAYS the best part), I met O on Printer’s Row. It’s almost like this area of the city is overreaching in its effort to get me to fall in love with it.
And I’m smitten.
Add a bunch of book nerds, PANELS with BLOGGERS, and an extra helping of books, and I’m a happy lady.
^^^ That’d be the Tavi Gevinson in the flesh. I girl-crushed my heart out.
What is it about books that can make you so gaga? I love chocolate but I would never get the thrill from a room full of chocolate barss that a room full of books gives me. It has to be a mix of the adventure and the benefit: each book contains ideas and imaginings that you hadn’t previously conceived of (NEARLY guaranteed) and those ideas and imaginings then become a part of you. Unlike the long gone chocolate bar (which you now maybe carry with you in a potentially undesirable way), the book and its content stays with you and shapes your understanding of life and all, and even better, SHAPES YOU. A fest full of books is like a fest full of undiscovered adventures and growings that you hadn’t even known existed. A reminder that the world is bigger than we can imagine, and that we still have the opportunity to conquer so much more of it.