Never read that book...yeah, yeah, I know. Whatever shock you've got, heard it. I don't know why I haven't at this point...I used to think I wouldn't like it, but I didn't know y'all then. Was almost literally a different person. But I've still not gotten to it yet.Most recent "Damn!" reading experience is either Lethem's "Fortress of Solitude" or Price's "Freedomland"(Freedomland made me cry like a bitch, though. So not having that experience in a theater. Nuh and uh.)

What Strega said about TEKAAT was my experience with The Illuminatus Trilogy. I read that during a day of getting a government physical, having fasted for 12 hours when the day started and not eating all day, sitting by myself in the corner of a waiting room, and by 5 pm I seriously had a contact high going.

I spent several nights in college reading basically all night -- a couple of times with Stephen King, a couple with Anne Rice. It made me feel badass both in the "I'm not a kid anymore! I can stay up as late as I want!" sense and in the "FUCK YOU, schoolwork!" sense.

I don't think I've done the read all night thing. It's hard for me to get that comfortable in a reading position.

A reading experience I wish I remembered was Where the Wild Things Are. It's the book that prompted my parents to teach me to read early since they were fed up with reading it to me over and over (and you know how pissy kids get if you try and cheat and skip stuff--I was the ur-pisser).

Especially with a bigger book, I like to kind of slounge in bed with a pillow on my lap and the book propped on that. Also I just roll around and change positions a lot.

This wasn't exactly pleasurable, but very memorable. I took a redeye to Iowa for a conference, and someone gave me the Langoliers to read. It really added to the creepiness that I got to my destination airport while everything was still closed and had to wait in the deserted terminal until the shuttle buses started running.

Holy shit, -t. That would have been fucking creepy cool.

I've wanted to read that; I really liked the miniseries.

I like to kind of slounge in bed with a pillow on my lap and the book propped on that.

Hmm. I lie on my side, head propped on hand (you see how unsustainable that is right away) and the book on the body pillow next to me.

For some reason, moving around seems wrong.

I used to be able to read off the end of the bed, with the book on the floor and arms dangling down. Hurts now, weirdly. That I could do for hours--but never fall asleep, because there's nowhere to rest your head.

I used to be able to read off the end of the bed, with the book on the floor and arms dangling down.

That's totally what I did as a kid, except crossways, so my feet were off the other side. Or up in the air, depending.

So creepy, -t!

When I was little I remember how enjoyable it was to re-read my favorite books.

Specific times, although this doesn't sound pleasurable -- one year when we were in North Carolina for the summer my grandmother gave me A Lantern in Her Hand to read when I got sick. I laid in bed and alternated playing with the Faux!Barbie my grandfather got for me and reading the book. Then we had to go home and laid in the back seat of Dad's LTD and finished the book and cried at the ending.

Also, sitting on the beach and reading Middlemarch. (actually most of reading at the beach, usually lying on the Comfy Coach with the fan blowing on me). In high school I spent about two weeks reading the Foundation series. I sat on the bed cross legged until my legs fell asleep and stayed up all night to finish it. Totally fried my brain, but it was worth it.