The Book of Fate. I had an almost bodily reaction to this sight because of how much I loathed this book.
It took all my strength to not lunge across the train and grab the book out her hands. But, recalling my own encounters with crazies on the metro, I held myself back.
No one appreciates people stealing their books. And, if I was this woman, I would certainly not appreciate someone telling me book of choice was a horrible selection. I put up with enough shtick for my love of romance novels. I know the pain of someone telling me time and again that my book is bad - I don't ever want to put someone else in that situation.