

The Guardian Hay Festival is perhaps one of the most amazing literary festivals in the UK, so of course when I found out I’d still be in the country for it, I looked up events, bought tickets, and made my way to Hay-on-Wye, town of books.

There was sun, there was grass, there were books.

Someday, I will have Penguin Classics mugs for every single one of my favorite books. For now, I’ll just covet them.

I want this. Except it could be made slightly more comfortable. (It’s apparently used in the SkyArts television program called “The Book Show,” which I, not possessing a television, have never encountered.)

This is what Hay is about: finding a lawn chair, kicking back in the sun, and reading a good book whose author you’re about to meet.

Honestly. Some part of heaven must look at least a little like this. (Though with even more books.)