You may remember that a month ago I vowed to stop buying books for the rest of the year. Well, it will be no surprise to anyone who knows me and my will power, but I caved. I found myself at a massive used book sale this afternoon, which was like a freshly reformed alcoholic stumbling upon Oktoberfest. I came to an hour later, covered in books and feeling slightly ashamed. I restrained myself somewhat, and I did last over a month, so I’m going to take those as a minor victories. Without Feathers – Woody Allen An Innocent in Scotland: More Curious Rambles and Singular Encounters – David McFadden…