My side of the bed currently has newspapers, a book on the development of Phoenix, a device to test my breathing strength (I'm a champ), and Light in August by William Faulkner.
I started reading the Faulkner book last night and was transported to another time and place. Like Faulkner's other books, it must be read slowly because it well illustrates a technique that made him one of America's greatest authors.
Writers are often admonished: "Show them. Don't tell them." In Faulkner's case, it is more like "Don't show them or tell them but entice them to discover it in the gaps."