You may be all tapped out on BEA coverage, but I wanted to recommend two perspectives that were fresh and worthwhile that you may have missed:

• Author Scott Westerfeld recounts his experience signing books in one of the convention’s giant signing stalls. Hastily doing the math before sliding into his chair (still warm from Tom Wolfe’s white-clad derriere) he figures out that he has 12.5 seconds for each signing exchange. Cue anxiety.

Westerfeld was signing books with his wife, the lurvely, narky Justine Larbalestier, whose new blog was a great consolation during my recent month of sick-wreck.

• I am also a big fan of House of Mirth, the relatively new blog by critic James Marcus. His accounts of BEA explain why (parts 1, 2, 3, and 4). You may already be reading House of Mirth regularly but … just in case and all that. I was won over early on when Marcus had, if I recall, a post on Nabokov-Bellow pretty much back to back with one on “American Idol.” Obvs.

(Great BEA coverage can also be found at Chekhov’s Mistress, Return of the Reluctant, TEV, and other fine blogs but I’m assuming you’ve already found it.)