So, as we count down to another annual Scream, thoughts turn to previous years and the fun and book purchases therefrom. Well, book purchases and book winnings, of which there have been many. But more about that later.
I came to screamery three years ago as a volunteer, having been told by an otherwise useless career coach that it was always a good idea to get out and meet people. Casting about for the least abhorrent option, I asked a friend about that festival she’d mentioned. Showed up at the 2008 opener and fell in love, with a poet of course. Evie Christie, as read by Stuart Ross. Evie’s was my first Scream book, bought the way an alcoholic buys a drink, irresistibly and against one’s better judgment. Unemployment be damned; it was to be the thin edge of a fairly expensive wedge…