“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.
Back when I was a teen I read the Eye of the dragon by Stephen King on a bus, and I did a few rounds because getting off at my stop was less important.
Then nothing such until I became greybearded, until I read the last third of the first Honor Harrington book after work, at the front of the building on a bench. Time just flew until the receptionist came out to ask if everything is okay, around 21:00.
Since then several of the Peter Grand and Dresden and Laundry Files books had the same effect. And Project Hail Mary.
I work flexible hours so no problems if I had to read until dawn.