They might hide behind thick, hardback covers and words so sinewy you can’t help but keep reading, but authors are, underneath it all, just like many of us: inquisitive chatterboxes, compulsive storytellers and, despite their best efforts, occasional procrastinators. At least that’s what I learned at the 32nd Literary Women’s Festival of Authors, a day-long conference for book lovers that’s nothing short of a Long Beach bibliophile tradition.
