Courtesy a seasonal giftcard from my employer, plus the magic of a four-for-three deal on paperbacks at Akademibokhandeln. These technically came in over the weekend, but hey, the accessions department doesn’t work weekends; if you don’t like it, take it up with the union.

Not new personal purchases, these ones—who can afford to buy their own copies of Routledge handbooks, after all?—but instead delayed contributor copies, the Social Futures one being about two months late to arrive, the Placemaking one closer to a year, the original dispatches of both having presumably been lost to the fathomless Lovecraftean void which…

I know, I know.

Another review assignment, another demonstration that—for all my anxieties about schedule overload—I am my own worst enemy. Still, there are far worse habits to have. Plus, y’know, books!

Bumper batch from PM Press. Somewhat less of a bargain after the import tax, mind you… and for reasons unexplained the package was to be collected from a location half an hour by bike from my actual address, way out on the edge of the city. But hey, I needed the exercise.