Finding books

There's going to be a whole slew of reviews coming soon, as I have half written a load of them. However, today I am engaged in tidying the living room and have just come across two bags under a pile of letters, one from Waterstones and one paper bag from a second hand shop, both of which had been put down when entering the house and quickly forgotten.
Opening them was like opening presents, as I had completely forgotten what I bought. It turned out to be the Mitfords' letters, Letters between six sisters, which I've read a lot of good things about, a Dennis Wheatley (Unholy Crusade), and a book called The Mysteries of Britain by Lewis Spence which makes claims about the esoteric past of this island, druid cults etc. Not sure I'll swallow most of it but it looked interesting.

Here they are with a little help from one of my rapidly growing kittens, and another recent purchase which I'm very pleased with: a box of adventure books, old tales from early last century published by Hodder. They are designed to look the pulp fiction part, even down to the advertisements in the back.
I read the excellent Edgar Wallace volume, The Feathered Serpent, last weekend, and it was the inclusion of one of his books that made me buy the set. I have mentioned before my penchant for hard-bitten thrillers of the early twentieth century and Wallace is another writer who, like Dennis Wheatley, was prolific but now seem quite hard to get hold of. It was great fun and I have high hopes for the others.
I must admit to being slightly worried about Zane Grey, Westerns are not my thing, but I'll try anything once. And you never know I might find a new niche to explore.