A matter of taste of course. Personally I like the reproduction, I've seen much worse. The format is fine for me, it reads like a small book, I can keep it in my backpack.
As for the images: I adore them. They project me right into the 'normality' of life flowing around an average train station in the GDR. I like the presentation: I find I enjoy photographers who convey a message through deceptively simple images. Another one who uses non orthodox, simple compositions, and searches for beauty in the banal is of course Eggleston. I came to Helga Paris from him, and it was a natural progression.
As such, those images work together for me as a whole. I haven't noticed any also-rans.
If some of the photos online appealed to you, perhaps look for used copies of 'Diva in grau' (urban decay) and 'Women at work' (female portraits).
As you say, it's a matter of personal taste, and I certainly didn't mean to question yours. There is still much for me to savour in the book, I am happy to believe that the simplicity is deceptive, and am not sorry to own it.
I am still musing over the indulgent reactions that this lady - then in her 40s - got from her subjects. The photo of people in the bar, for instance, taken from the other side of the glass window. The subjects are just 6 feet away, and they show a mixture of reaction from puzzlement to amusement, but no hostility. I'm fairly sure that if I had been the photographer (male, 6ft), someone would have come running out shouting, and unpleasantness would have ensued.
The day-dreaming waitress with the almond eyes is a fabulous photo too; also the five blokes stood eating burgers and beer.
Really wish I had taken photos in my twenties, when all my travel was by train and ship.