So I spent much of last weekend at the Sydney Writers' Festival. The weather was that perfect mix of crisp autumn--cold enough to require jackets, but with enough sunshine to warm the face and toes.I only ended up going to a handful of events in which I was particularly interested. Augusten Burroughs was much less neurotic than I imagined (considering his childhood of bible dips, toilet
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