This second-hand selection is brought to you live from the National Museum in Stockholm, where I have reconvened with L____ after she kindly turned me loose in a local oddball bookstore before retreating to a cafe. S’how you know it’s love, innit?

A double-drop catch-up from the accessions department. First batch were bought last weekend. WicDiv #3 because I’ve started and feel I want to continue; the Rian Hughes because I bought XX some time last year in hardback and the sheer mass of the thing keeps putting me off starting it, so figured maybe The Black…

New Fractured Europe from the Hutch shouldn’t need any justification. The Hossain is almost extortionate for a mere novella thanks to Swedish pricing—close to 15GBP, at a rough estimate!—but I’m very fond of Hossain’s kinetic writing; his books are fun and irreverent and poppy, but leavened with sufficient cynicism that they stand outside the squeecore…

Bit of feminist social history, why not? Three copies, because I volunteered to do a bulk order for what will be the next title tackled by our casual book group. Hoping that reading a non-fiction piece will somewhat reduce my tendency to ramble on about technique and narratology… but based on previous form, it’s not…

The Ford because it’s one of those sf novels that I’ve often heard spoken highly of, and it was just there on the shelf while browsing the bookstore, so why not? The shiny-shiny how-to-future guide from Danish design/strategy outfit Bespoke is… ah, something like market research?