Oops, I did it again

Before I was so unceremoniously made redundant I did a bit of shopping. I know, I know, I am not meant to be buying books. I just can't stop myself. It should be a recognised addiction. So, back when I thought I had an income and thought I'd be paid at the end of the month, I took a sneaky lunchbreak trip into the Oxfam bookshop (I mean really I'm just supporting a cause so it's not like I'm just buying books willy nilly. Even though I am just buying books willy nilly. Oh, shut up you). Anyway, here are my purchases:

The Snow Child by Eowyn Ivey
84 Charing Cross Road by Helene Hamff
Property by Valerie Martin
Birds Without Wings by Louis de Bernieres

Exciting stuff. And today I picked up my reserved copy of Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda from the library which I am practically about to devour in my excitement to read it. Seeing as I have joined the delightful land of the unemployed I am hoping that not having money will make it much easier for me to resist the buying of books. I'm sure I'll find a way around it but for the moment I'm being optimistic. I will just use the library. Oh gosh, I hope joining the library wasn't some sort of omen. Now I'm hysterical.

I'm off for some alone time with Scott and Zelda.

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