Today, I tried to spend $130 at a bookstore. Unbelievably, I failed. It's not actually as easy as it looks.

But, purchased:
Harry Potter and the Great Big Merchandising Opportunity - books 1, 2 and 4 (no book 3 available)
A Song For Arbonne - being the only Guy Gavriel Kay that I don't own. Apart from that small Tigana problem, whereby I've loaned my copy of it to someone else and I can't remember who.
The Heart of Darkness - since I have to read it for class anyway.

I didn't buy:
Magician, since I'm not really a Feist fan, even though I recognise that it is certainly one of the foundational classics of my genre of choice.
Bladerunner, which is packaged as Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? filmed asBlade Runner, which cracked me up, and the Male and I were just talking about it the other day, but I don't really like sci-fi.
The Scar, because much as I think I might like his writing, China Mieville manages to somehow irritate me without ever sharing more than the same general city for more than about five minutes.

I really wanted to purchase:
Roger Zelanzy's entire Chronicles of Amber,
Jennifer Fallon's Eye of the Labyrinth,
Juliet E McKenna's final three books in her series,
...but none of these books were there. Fuckers.