Books and their Readers

On the bus, I was surrounded by three people reading and each of them looked like their book. The guy to my left was a portly fellow with a good natured smile, rain gear and a messy briefcase. He was reading a tom clancy boat thriller. I presumed the girl with a disconnected aquamarine/grey plaid shirt was familiar with the rules of Dungeons and Dragons as she read Mysts of Avalon. The lady across from me looked plain and boring... well put together, but completely generic except for the dazzling times-new-roman branding on her white cloth bag that read "LIBRARY". She was reading a book about the Great Depression and how that related to Post Office Murals. We must have a surplus of doctors since it looks like people can do anything for a PhD dissertation these days...