ewis, laid up for one week in his twenties (in the 1920s) with chicken pox, read:
three volumes of Gibbon
The Faerie Queene
Fool Errant (by Maurice Ewlett)
Lady Rose's Daughter (by Mrs Humphrey Ward)
and rewrote the sixth canto of his own poem, Dymer.
I've been reading All My Road Before Me: The Diary of C. S. Lewis, 1922-1927 for over ten years now, I think. It's the book that's taken me the longest to read, but not for any definite reason. Actually, it's almost more enjoyable to leave it for a few months, return and reenter that glorious world of between the wars.
Oh, to dream of all the books I would read if I had a week off... Some of my research books (medieval travels, anyone?), some of the 180 books I still have four years to get through (see bottom of the blog), and some of the new (shh! it's a secret!) books I ordered off Amazon.
What books would you reach for?