When buying my books, I walked right past the intimidating bag check since I was just going to the register to pay. I was not stopped, but I think my large bag could be a problem, a la Housing Works, if I ever really shop there. When I got home, I happened to get a designer online bag store e-mail and ordered a smaller bag. I think. I'm not sure if it's actually smaller or if it will fit on my shoulder. Even discounted, it was more than I usually pay (3 figures!) but once in a while I splurge.
"The Dead Hollywood Moms Society" by Lindsay Maracotta - Funny, biting take on evil Hollywood with a pretty good murder mystery plot.
"I Shouldn't Be Telling You This" by Mary Breasted - 1983 novel about a recent Radcliffe graduate working for a newspaper that sounds an awful lot like the NYT. The character smokes, drinks, smokes pot, sleeps with married men and is in over her head at the job. Bleh. The author is Radcliffe '72 and was an NYT reporter, but I'm not claiming the story is in any way autobiographical.
Another class of '72 graduate from my own school, Rebecca Goldstein (who I didn't know), wrote "The Mind-Body Problem," about a Barnard grad in the Princeton philosophy department (like the author), struggling with school and her marriage to math genius Noam Kimmel. The book is from 1983 so I don't think Noam is based on any NPL members. The philosophy got too dense for my lazy brain (mattering maps?), and I was happy to finish. I did like the mention of CU artist Sam Steinberg (everyone from my era has a Sam painting), and this observation: "There were Jews at Princeton, of course, but nobody seemed Jewish. At Columbia even the non-Jews had seemed Jewish."