He was herding the parental luggage from the elevator when his apartment door swung open and Julia herself stepped out.

The other nearest book:

Writers have taken to arguing that women have no personal problems (to bolster her theory that misogynistic conspirators were intentionally spreading myths about the failure of feminism, Susan Faludi nearly asserts in Backlash that working women do not suffer from any stress-related ailments, depression, or low self-esteem) or that all of women's personal problems are caused by society (Naomi Wolf compares anorexia to the Holocaust in The Beauty Myth).

Burdensome, I'm afraid.

I couldn't resist the next nearest book (previously conceled within a shoulder bag):

It looked so smart on you.