A woman with wildly curly hair wearing a very unattractive lime green shearling coat (lime green!) was reading Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro. Questionable taste in clothing; excellent taste in books.
A young woman encased in a full-length black down coat (it was a cold week here in NYC, thus the appearance rather early in the season of the shearling and down coats featured here) was standing on the uptown 6 platform at Grand Central Terminal reading a green leather-bound copy of Howard's End by E.M. Forster, with gilt page edges.
A very handsome guy in his mid-30s was reading The Autobiography of Mark Twain and smiling to himself.