So now that we're into November, a mass project has been taken up by people all across the globe. Yes, all over the world people will be picking up pens and opening up their laptops to whittle away some works of fiction. They say there's a novel in each of us and this is the time to prove whether you can get that novel out of you.
Once again, the festival raised interesting issues and introduced me to an array of contemporary European authors I'm keen to read in English translation. However, I am also reminded that while writers from around the world want to be published in English, our response is poor.
There have been a lot of female comic heroines in British and American cinema but they have come and gone. Bridget Jones has stayed. Her polka-dot, oversized knickers stand proudly next to the Tramp's baggy and worn out track suite in the history of fictional characters. Equality has been achieved.
Now it's half term and I'm really looking forward to the family snuggling up with their books on the inevitable wet afternoons. Reading is a joy, it allows the imagination to thrive: give your kid the gift of escapism this half term.
Even when we lose all hope in our seemingly hopeless race of humanity, there is still a flickering and poignantly strong light at the end of the tunnel. And that light, ladies and gentlemen, is the light of us teenagers.