It's held every Easter and its for charity. I love it. This year I was convinced that I wouldn't have time to go. I'm usually one of those who lines up outside ready for the first day's opening.
But I can't go past the historicial, the quirky. The book that might just hold a gem. In the weeks leading up to the book fair, I donated about seven bags of books. I really pared back. I read, then turfed books which I might have garndered from this self same book fair 15 years ago.
I've been re-reading classics like 'Pastures of the blue crane' Joan Aitken, Lloyd Alexander, Leon Garfield, Elizabeth Goudge. I have to read, read. I've stopped my library borrowing for the moment- we head overseas in a matter of days, so I've been challenging the books on my many, many bookcases to justify their dust- gathering tenure.
There are gaps appearing; there is half a shelf to store transformer toys, a castle, a cash register, cars- all for the grand children.