I was about thirteen when I found it; I can still remember reaching the end, the first time, and sitting in the library wanting it to go on. It's worked into a lot of the way I think about integrity and work and relationship.

God, yes, me too, only I was at home, sacked out on the green couch with a fan whirring *g*. I didn't want to leave the story, but I didn't want to go back to the beginning and start over, either, because at the end, everything was so perfectly *right*, and I couldn't bear to see anything less perfect. I just stayed there on the couch with the book in my hands for... I don't know how long.