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.

Was that the original version, or the rerelease, now with 500 more pages!

The rerelease! Extra long!

The reading in the dark thing I kind of get (and nag my husband about now), but my mom used to chide me for reading upside down, saying THAT would ruin my eyes (I'd lay on my back on the floor and put the book over my head resting on the floor). Given that everybody in my family back as far as I know had glasses, I'm going to doubt that that killed the eyes.

I used to drive my parents buggy by reading good parts of books to them. Context-free, of course.

My mom would smile at me rather wistfully whenever she would see me get wrapped up in a book (unless, of course, said wrappedupness was interfering with her plans for the day). She said seeing me read reminded her of her father, who although he was "just" a Midwestern dairy farmer with a fifth-grade education (had to leave the one-room schoolhouse in 1912 to work on the farm full-time), was a complete bookaholic who always had something to read on him, even if it was just a seed-dealer's sales pamphlet to peruse during his lunch break on the tractor.

Harvard, Yale, MIT and Stanford were pipe dreams before the US was founded.

I enjoyed reading The Da Vinci Code merely because of the number of times I stopped and exclaimed to my mother "And now guess what they're doing! Guess! Idiots."

Someone had given it to her as a Christmas gift on that vacation, and I snagged it because I'd seen a few people on the beach reading it. I have no idea if she bothered with it when I was done breaking it down.

Reading Anne of Green Gables for the first time. My grandmother had always (and still does) scoffed at my reading choices which were usually teen romance, ie Sweet Valley High and the like. I was also obsessed with those kids-dying-of-leukemia books (I mean, really? What demographic were those for?). I watched the first run of the Megan Follows movie on Wonderworks on PBS and saw the book in a bookstore. I picked it up and grandmother saw I was interested in something decent for once, and bought it on the spot. I read it all in one day, laying on my sailboat in Lake Michigan. She eventually bought all eight books for me. And, I'm rereading them right now.

Where the pleasure of the reading that particular work is so great and so closely allied in your mind with the physical details of the experience.

Hm. I don't think my brain files things this way. I remember "oh, I stayed up till dawn reading this" or "this passed the time on a cross-country flight" but those are anecdotes that happen to feature a book, not things I'd reminisce about the next time I read it.

I guess I keep my physical and intellectual pleasures segregated. For their own protection. If my surroundings are remarkable, I'm going to have a hard time concentrating on a book, and if the book's remarkable, I won't register my surroundings.