At lunch, one co-worker mentioned she was reading something so engrossing she missed her subway stop. Not to name names, but we’ve also heard of people staying up WAY past their bedtimes, taking extra-long baths, or picking the slow supermarket line so as to get in some more reading.

When was the last time you were willing to do almost anything to get to continue reading your book? What book was it, and what did you end up doing? Did you miss your subway stop? Emerge from the tub like a prune?