today I have bought Yet More Books

... but only one of them is even arguably a cookbook (it apparently contains some recipes but is primarily Popular Writing About Vegetables). Good job me.

In this instance precipitated by finding a pointer to Hurts So Good: the science & culture of pain on purpose (Leigh Cowart), which is extremely relevant to my current Thinking And Reading About Pain (related: I am going to try to get my act together to actually write up some thoughts on The Way Out, a book on the topic of pain reprocessing therapy, but I make no promises). The cheapest place I could find it was Oxfam. Oxfam still have a flat £3.95 postage charge regardless of how many objects you buy from them (some exceptions apply).

I also acquired a copy of I Contain Multitudes (Ed Yong), which I expect to want to reread or at least dip into; Crush, because to date I have read approximately none of Siken's poetry and I suspect I will find it easier in hard copy; more Tufte (Envisioning Information) because it was right there; and Touch (David Linden), because it was cheap and looked vaguely interesting and the library doesn't have a digital copy, and which also turns out to have at least one chapter focussed on pain.

... and some CDs for A, and some clothes for me, and as I say NO MORE COOKBOOKS. Good job, self.