I saw a woman in her 20s the other day, wearing one of those knit winter hats that small children used to wear -- the kind that ties under the chin. Hers was a sort of dirty white, with panda eyes and a bulbous panda nose that jutted out over her forehead. WHY this woman was wearing headgear that my nine-year old niece would eschew as weird and babyish, I do not know. All I can tell you is that she was on the uptown 6 train reading At First Sight by Nicholas Sparks.
A woman in her early 30s with gelled hair was wearing navy blue suede knee boots, unflattering jeans and a leather jacket bearing a Chicago Bulls patch, and was reading The School on Heart's Content Road by Carolyn Chute.