Dune and instant cheese grits will always evoke each other in my head.

Why is Nutty's stuff always more romantic than mine?

Not that romantic. It was really blustery that day, and took us 2+ hours to find the stone we were looking for, though we'd parked within 100 yards of it. (It's a flat stone, in a crowded section.)

Dune and instant cheese grits will always evoke each other in my head.

Becuase of the water thing. I totally get that.

I remember reading the last book in The Fionavar Trilogy late at night, summer vacation, in high school. I was about 15. I've been a stay-up-late reader for a long time, so my parents didn't care, as long as I was quiet.

It was about 4 a.m., and I was drinking iced tea with plenty of lemon, listening to the Everly Brothers (I know, but my dad loves them, and I do too) and I read the part where Diarmuid fights the urgach, and at the end of it, I just burst into tears. I had an absolute sobbing meltdown, crying so hard I couldn't even see. I had to go outside and cry some more. I think I bawled for about 20 minutes.

It was the first time, I think, that an author had killed off a major character AND DIDN'T BRING THEM BACK. He was dead, dead, dead...and he HAD to be dead. I think all of my disdain for ass-pulls on everyone coming back from the dead, la la la, magic will make it all right comes from.

Damn, I cried HARD. Then dove back into the book, and cried some more at the end. Cried, cried, cried.

... I was drinking iced tea with plenty of lemon, listening to the Everly Brothers...

Strong stuff.

I think there were crackers involved somewhere.

I was one rebel teen, yo. (Hee, that's actually pretty funny to think about, because the next summer, it was all about smoking, cruising, cheap vodka and making out.)

the Everly Brothers (I know, but my dad loves them, and I do too)

At least the Everly Brothers are cool--my dad got me hooked on the Kingston Trio (dork city!).

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley...

Um...I know all the Kingston Trio songs too. And Harry Belefonte, and Johnny Mathis, and Ella Fitzgerald.

Kate, they claimed to have Thirsty, but I couldn't find it on the shelf!

Bastards! Check for it again next time you go back (or request it from another library); I really think you'll like it.

Reading experiences: When I was in Australia a few years ago, I travelled from Perth to Melbourne by train, a three-day trip. It wasn't a sleeper train (that is, nobody had sleeping berths, at least in my section of the train; we all slept reclined in our chairs, which reclined only slightly farther than most airplane seats will go). Anyway, I wasn't really looking forward to the trip, because I figured it would be long and sort of boring and uncomfortable, so I purchased several books that I really wanted to read a few weeks ahead of time, and would not let myself open them until I got on the train. That way I was actually excited about the long train journey instead of dreading it. So I read Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors and most of Sarah Waters' Tipping the Velvet in a protracted delirium, only occasionally interrupted to visit the dining car or the bathroom, or to drift off into a shallow, restless nap. I can only think of a few other instances (since I was a kid, anyway) when I was so fully and completely engrossed in the experience of reading a book. I can't say it was the most pleasant reading experience of my life, but it is among the most memorable.

So I read Neil Gaiman's Smoke and Mirrors

How did you like it? I was kind of disappointed because the best story was one I'd already read: "We Can Do It for You Wholesale." Most of it was pretty hit-or-miss. And the hits weren't that hard, but they were good.