I was just going to pay rent and deposit my stipend check, but the used book stores sucked me in. It's an addiction, I swear.
Richard Farina, Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me. So far I haven't gotten past Pynchon's intro; their Cornell seems to be a very different place than mine was.
Isaiah Berlin, The Crooked Timber of Humanity.
Janet Flanner, Paris Journal, 1944-1965. I love Paris Was Yesterday. This one's out of my period, but I'm sure it will be just as much fun.
Kobo Abe, The Woman in the Dunes. I'm told it's weirder than Murakami. I'm not a huge fan of Murakami, but weird is good.
Montaigne, Essays. It wasn't until I left the shop that I remembered I was planning on buying these in French.