There hasn't been a lack of acquisitions so much as a lack of posting. Bad dog! Also, Monissaw hasn't been reading (*glares at monissaw*). Eh.
Husband brought a couple of books home for me from the market last week:
Civil War by Taylor Downing and Maggie Millman and
An Illustrated History of the Royal Navy by John Winton.
(That's the English Civil War, btw, aka The English Revolution.)
I was in the Co-op buying freezer bags when I happened to browse their charity book table, and found
A History of Polar Exploration by David Mountfield. Pictures! After reading this BBC News
article about Benjamin Leigh Smith, I was curious to see if he were in it, and indeed he does get a brief mention on page 117. Soon as I organise where to post a wishlist, Peter Capelotti's
book about Leigh Smith will be on it. Not cheap, though--maybe a Christmas or birthday present if I'm good.
Husband also raided Waterstones on a mission for sticky labels* later in the week and brought home David Mitchell's
Cloud Atlas. Since which acquisition he's been asking me every five minutes how I'm getting along with it. Umm, gimme a chance!
Then yesterday I went to the market, the charity shops, and the local independent bookshop, and came home with three books for my father and four for me. I bought him a book about experiences of National Service, and in the car I almost joked to my husband that the first thing Dad would say would be, "They didn't ask me!". Guess what was the first thing he said? Oh dear, never mind, lol.
Torture Team: Decpetion, Cruelty and the Compromise of Law by Philippe Sands. Heavy stuff. I'd looked at it a few times in the bookshop and wondered if I should get it, as torture is something I argue with people about a lot. I was pretty disgusted by the US government claiming they don't torture people on the basis that they had redefined waterboarding as not being torture. Yeah, and I'm a duck. Collateral damage. Involuntary conversion. Etc.
The hefty
Faber Book of Exploration, edited by Benedict Allen, for a mere 75 pence. The spine has been cracked at or about the Franklin Expedition but other than that it looks unread. Not so much the £1
Signature Killers by Robert D. Keppel, which has been read, dragged through a hedge backwards, introduced to mould and used as a coaster. Still, it has been kicking around the world since 1998.
The final book acquired was Georgette Heyer's
Frederica. Because I'm not above a little light reading when the brain wants it.
Not a bad haul. But not a single SFF book to be had.
*I suggested to the family that putting seeds from the garden into old herb or spice bottles was likely to lead to some undesirable poisonings, so it was posited that sticky labels could reduce the risk. As apparently the original labels really don't like to come off.