Sunday, April 11, 2010
(Continued from April 20 post)
08h00: wake-up call. 9:15 Departure by bus. Small eyes ...
10.00: Arrival at Montaigu. There are people still on the show. Dedications to readers, readers, librarians, booksellers, authors confirmed, budding writers, or just curious ...
13:00: Lunch at La Digue. Nice atmosphere for a pleasant meal overlooking the Mayenne. My education beyond reproach me from repeating the song's lyrics are inspired by pagan, I'll let you hear here.
3:42 p.m.: shock. A young lady came to read the fourth coverage The Penultimate Chance and said: "This is my story ... my daughter Chloe, 18, learned about his grandfather 80 years old, my father, through text messages .... " I tremolo in her voice. I make my dedication, but I am so excited that I forgot to ask the address of this reader like no other. Chloe (or Caroline) Nantes, if you hear me, contact me!
17h45: my last autograph. It is time to get my little bundle in the kindergarten room that serves as luggage and go back in the car. The sun was to go all weekend, seems to be recovering well. Montague goodbye!
7:55 p.m.: the "TGV Authors "in the other direction. The colo is significantly dissipated. Everyone is more relaxed, tired, too, by the exhilarating encounters, by all these books by all these stories to read or tell. In my backpack , no evening dress bought in haste, but nine new books with beautiful autograph on it. We exchanged addresses blogs, we promise to meet again.
22:30: home sweet home. I put my battery books on my bedside table. I blow. I said. Not everything, I leave a little for tomorrow. It's late. What a wonderful weekend. ... Seriously 25 April the Salon du Livre de Chateauroux!
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