There being two of us, I browsed the feeding frenzy for good-looking titles while boo got in line for Jimmy Fallon, who is exactly as giggly in real life as he is on tv.
He doesn't seem to have his slick, public persona in place yet, because after handing boo her book he was all, Please! Thank you! And she was like, What?
Then we got in line for the Mo Willems signing to get copies of Should I Share My Ice Cream, and we met Pig and Elephant, who are apparently a thing.
Then, there still being two of us, I went to the Maureen Johnson signing to get The Last Little Blue Envelope (the sequel to Thirteen Little Blue Envelopes, which came out FIVE YEARS AGO but which I only just read, like, two months ago THANK GOODNESS) while Bekah went to see Chris van Allsberg, and this was the first and only time we were both stuck in crappy lines with no one to chat with, and we didn't even have each other to make it better.
That morning we'd walked by the MacMillan booth and the woman is all, Here is a schedule for the Big Red Bag giveaways! In previous years you had to be a book-seller to get a bag but this year ANYONE can get one, you just have to be here at the right time! So we were all, I wonder what is in these Big Red Bags! What kind of treats? So we came back at, like, 2 or whatever to find that the Big Red Bag giveaway was a giveaway of big, red bags. I mean, sturdy-ass bags, and Bekah used hers (re-named the Big Red Bitch) as a carry-on to haul more books home. But just bags.
And then we were accosted by the Scientologist pirates from the L Ron Hubbard booth
which we had been trying to avoid but it was right by blackbirds so we kept accidentally wandering through it and then trying to skedaddle.
We went to a panel called Book Reviews Online (or some such), expecting it to be interesting and pertinent, but it was really just large print media like the NYRB explaining how awesome it is to be able to review online (you can fit more words! For the same price!) and it was a little bit What are bloggers? Oh yes we have one of those on staff. So we left early, but I heard it never got any better.
We were heading back to that dodgy library on Jersey St where we'd gotten mad lost on Monday trying to get to the Teen Author Carnival, this time for a Writing for YA panel. I'd seen Maureen Johnson earlier that morning (as I mentioned) and then later I saw her wander across the exhibition floor and was all, Oh, there's Maureen Johnson! And she turned and I was like, *awkward wave* and when we got to the YA panel and took our seats (in the front row like keeners) and checked the panel, there she was again. Sorry for accidentally stalking you, Maureen.
Last time we'd gotten lost leaving the library because we were so caught up in the panel we'd just seen, so this time we paid SUCH ATTENTION TO WHERE WE WERE GOING but Bekah failed to go through the turnstile quickly enough which invalidates your card for that station and all stations in the area, so we had to walk to the next station weeping over our empty stomachs, since we were STARVING OURSELVES for Brother Jimmy's
more about which another time, and after which we rolled home.