As I was getting off the train yesterday morning, I noticed a woman toting a rather imposing looking hardcover book. I ended up behind her on the escalator, and was able to decipher the title. The book was Catherine Coulter's The Valcourt Heiress. The cover of the book was quite romantic and pretty. The reader's top just happened to blend wonderfully with the book; it was floral patterned and had a delicate, crocheted lace back. Twas quite pretty and romantic as well.
When I see moments like that, I'm reminded of the owner/dog parade scene in 101 Dalmations.