I always like to know what other people are reading, and airports/airplanes are good places to observe readers. Of course, I have to be careful. People start to wonder about you when you stare at them or get in weird positions for a view of their lap.
I saw fewer people reading this trip than I usually do (trend? chance?), but here's what I saw people reading:
Wally Lamb's The Hour I First Believed
John Grisham's Ford County
Thomas Friedman's Hot, Flat, and Crowded
a Mitch Albom novel, couldn't read the title
a Robert B. Parker novel, couldn't read the title
one guy was reading a chemistry textbook
one girl was studying a sign-language text (and practicing)
one woman was reading a paperback that, I kid you not, looked six inches thick. I tried and tried to see what it was, but no luck
a woman was reading a bodice ripper (couldn't read the title, but you know what kinds of pictures are on the cover; no mistaking them) and here's the kicker: SHE WAS HIGHLIGHTING TEXT. I am not making this up. Think of the possibilities . . .