Just Friday I was thinking I really have enough books to be getting on with, and I should probably have a complete moratorium on book-buying for a few months.
I've bought six books since then.
I bought four second-hand pbooks on Saturday, from charity shops, only one of which was really an A-lister - Agatha Christie's The Clocks, which was the last book I needed to complete my Christie set - and even that is actually some way out from where I am in reading them. Two of the others were interesting old SF hardbacks which I'd looked at before but had been a bit expensive (The Road to Corlay by Richard Cowper, and Shadrach in the Furnace by Robert Silverberg). They were on sale this time, and restraining myself to just the two took some willpower. The fourth was another SF classic I've been half looking for for a while (The Death of Grass by John Christopher).
Then this morning two of my Kindle Wishlist books were inexplicably cheap, so I bought them both.
Eight books bought in seven days, so far this month. Mostly inexpensive, but the £12.99 for the new Joe Abercrombie is pushing my average up.
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