“The Road” by Cormac McCarthy held me captive, staying up all night immersed in its pages, awakening the next morning with a lingering sense of melancholy. Stephen King’s works, especially “The Shining,” share that unique ability to make you eagerly anticipate the next page, constantly wondering what twist awaits.
The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson
The Bloody Chamber by Angela Carter
I will not explain
It seems staying up isn’t a matter of choice when reading such books