Mine’s The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. Thick books never stopped me from reading nonstop before, but there are entries in the book that just has me stopping and taking time to mull things over.
Also, sharing this excerpt: “Not to be sentimental, as I sound, but why the hell are we conditioned into the smooth strawberry-and-cream Mother-Goose-world, Alice-in-Wonderland fable, only to be broken on the wheel as we grow older and become aware of ourselves as individuals with a dull responsibility in life?”
I have a Dean Koontz book that I recently realized I only crack open when I get on a plane, maybe once a year. I don’t remember what it’s called, but it’s the one about the apartment building that is built on a thin spot between two dimensions. Shadow Street, maybe? It has good qualities, but it’s not particularly gripping. I can only stay focused on it when I’m trapped in an airplane with no other distractions. I’ve been reading it for… Three years? Four years? Something like that.