How Robert J Sawyer ruined my life.
So there I was, standing at the back, leaning against a wall of military history books, right behind Christian Bok and company. FOR AN HOUR. Was it worth it? I kept telling myself that there was always the option of cutting out early, maybe even heading to the mainstage where there are chairs and cheese and Margaret Sweatman, but I. could. not. seem. to. pull. myself. away. It caught me, it pulled me in.
