The Auckland Writers Festival is a strange and wonderful thing.
Strange because, ordinarily, how many of us would give up our weekends - and, in some cases, take a three-day weekend - to listen to what essentially amounts to lecture-like conversations? But it's wonderful because so many people do; for six days, the Aotea Centre and the surrounding square heave with people who love writing, books, stories, ideas and conversations.
This year, some 200 local and international novelists, playwrights, song writers, scientists, historians, children's writers, illustrators, journalists and poets spoke and/or performed. With more than 70,000 seats filled across the official six-day festival, it's testament to the power of the transformative ideas that books contain.
I didn't get to see as much as I would have liked but what I did see left me spellbound. Max Harris, the young New Zealander who wants this country to confront some of its monumental issues by changing the way our politicians work, received a much-deserved standing ovation after delivering the Michael King Memorial Lecture.
There were lively conversations, not all in agreement, about his thesis; the following morning, people were exclaiming to friends how inspired they were. One woman obviously thought it was important to hear Harris; she sat at the back of the Aotea Centre's ASB Theatre with a sleeping baby who couldn't have been more than one month old and never once stirred.