Bookshops: 1, Me:0

Number of books that entered the house today:1 (for the Child)
Number of books ordered:0
Number of books mooched:2

Went out to explore the town again today and came across one of my biggest temptations, a proper second hand book shop. I couldnt withstand the lure of its close-packed shelves and rummage boxes on the floor and was inside before the thought of my tbr pile could enter my head. Once I was inhaling that curiously intoxicating scent of dusty and aged printed paper I just couldn't leave and ended up sitting on the floor with the Child going through one of the boxes. There were so many books that I would happily have bought before, but my new more discerning self was able to be relatively restrained (although the bored Child pulling at my sleeve after 20 minutes helped too). Lots of books were examined and replaced, mainly because of the price-none of them came under the categories of 'desperately want to read' or 'total bargain in favourite genres-worth a punt'. Sum total spent-50p on a ladybird version of The Elves and the Shoemaker' which the Child thoroughly enjoyed as a bedtime story this evening. I feel oddly proud of myself.