This was my treasure trove, rooting though the shelves looking for something new and exciting and generally finding it, at least up until I was older enough to get out to the library or the bookshop myself. It's during these expeditions that I discovered Isaac Asimov and Michael Moorcock, and the fat anthologies of Golden Age SF that Dad devoured at a rate of two a day. I found all manner of intriguing non-fiction - Pelican English histories (a bit dry for me); slightly outdated large-format histories, especially of the ancient world, and occasional gems such as the Encyclopedia of Demonology and Witchcraft.
|An actual pact with the devil (or devils),|
signed and everything, scared me
shitless as a kid!
I don't know why I love this stuff so much. When I first discovered this book - I was maybe six or seven - I was too younf to read the entries, but revelled in the pages of illustrations showing demons, witches and gruesome tortures, and lets not forget the eroticism inherent in the subject - I've never forgotten the sexy basque witch on p 41.
|Yeah, definitely interested in|
this sort of thing.