Reading under the covers by flashlight. Drawing pictures of the "ornithopters" in pencil on my bedsheet, under where my pillow goes, 'cuz Mom will never see it there and an ornithopter has to look like this!

Other than this, I have no idea what DavidS is on about.

My sister and I would read like that after Mom made us go to bed. She'd turn off the lights, leaving the door open and the hall light on as always, and we'd wait until she went downstairs to catch the 10:00 news. Then we'd grab our books, lay cross-ways on whoever's bed was closest to the door at the time, and put our books on the floor to catch the most light. Mom knew about this, of course, so she would let it go usually until the weather report halfway through the broadcast was over and then come up and make us go to bed for real, after giving us the lecture about ruining our eyes due to the light level.

after giving us the lecture about ruining our eyes due to the light level.

When I was a kid I thought this was one of those parent lies, but considering I'm the only person in my family who's short-sighted, I probably should have listened. Meh, I REGRET NOTHING!

Ooh, here's a good one: reading "Brian and the Aliens," by Will Shetterly, aloud to my little brother, complete with voices.

This was probably late at night in bed, which is why I was reminded.

I used to read Interview with the Vampire sitting upside-down in a papisan chair (under my loft bed, behind a curtain), while blasting Phantom of the Opera on the stereo. At least I was a dedicated teen cliché.

I love you.

My eyes were shot from birth on (didn't get glasses until right before kindergarten, since babies/toddlers didn't go to the eye doctor unless they were blind back in the late '60s), so the light probably didn't effect me either way. My sister had to get glasses in 7th grade, for school and later for night driving, but my brother and two of his kids did too, so I'm guessing bad eyesight is genetic in our family.

My favorite reading aloud to others experience was always my babysitting gigs. The Slucki girls across the street loved me because I was the only sitter who had them get ready for bed an hour earlier than their parents said just so we could read together (they even asked why I wasn't around when I had to take a break from sitting jobs while I was in a play).

I used to read Interview with the Vampire sitting upside-down in a papisan chair (under my loft bed, behind a curtain), while blasting Phantom of the Opera on the stereo. At least I was a dedicated teen cliché.

Hee. I inhaled The Stand over a long weekend when I was about 15, while obsessively listening to a new Howard Jones album. To this day I can't hear anything off that album without getting a little creeped out.

As bad as some versions of King's work can be, I do love the miniseries of "The Stand," especially the opening credits of the first ep with the song "Don't Fear the Reaper" playing over images of the death inside the compound where Captain Trips started.

I read The Stand in India. It took me nearly the entire trip, plane rides and all.