Ok, so it’s technically still 8 days until the *official* start of the NZBC convention, but it feels like it’s started, because I just met the first delegate to arrive, Mundoo. She’s come over from Australia a week early to do a bit of exploring of New Zealand before the actual convention, and she asked me to store her bag of books for her so she doesn’t have to lug them around the country with her, so I suggested she come to our place for dinner tonight and drop off the books while she was here. MrPloppy cooked dinner (and very nice it was too – a pasta dish with chicken and paprika), and we had a lovely time chatting about Bookcrossing, the differences between Australia and New Zealand, Tim-Tams (you really have to visit the Bookcrossing forums to understand the connection between Bookcrossing and Tim-Tams – suffice to say that most books that travel from Australia to the USA go accompanied by a packet) and pets, and generally getting very excited about the upcoming convention. She mentioned that she collects old recipe books, and I remembered a book I bought years ago from a charity booksale, The Scots Kitchen: Its Traditions and Lore with Old-Time Recipes by F Marian McNeill. I’d bought it as a curiosity, and kept meaning to read it but never quite got round to it, so it had been languishing on the bookshelf collecting dust for too many years. So in the grand tradition of Bookcrossing, I registered it and gave it to Mundoo (and in the process got what I’m claiming as the first catch of the convention!). She’ll probably never release it again, but that’s ok, because at least it’ll be well-loved, instead of ignored.
In other convention news, Alithia has found us a much cheaper bus (only $475 for a 38-seater, instead of the over $600 we were going to be paying for a 45-seater!). So we will actually be able to afford to provide a decent picnic lunch to our delegates now. That’s a huge worry off our shoulders! Very helpful to have someone with contacts in the industry 🙂
Currently reading: Buy Jupiter by Isaac Asimov and The Story of the British Museum by Marjorie Caygill