I just can't stop buying books

Yet again, I've fallen off the wagon. I hadn't bought a book since Friday - but I wandered into The Works on my way back from the framers' and ended up with a pile of 6 more. Most shamefully, one is The Children of Hurin, essentially the dregs of Tolkien's waste-paper basket compiled by greedy literary executors. I don't even like JRR any more (haven't done since I was 16), but the completist instinct is hard to beat down. I did balance this trash with Nicolson on 17th concepts of Arcadia, Keneally on transportation to Australia, some Ismail Kadare (my favourite Albanian author), Gerard Jones's history of comic books and Tanner's The Last of the Celts.