I’m not sure, I had a fever and strep throat. It was a fantasy book, I think. Had the word beryl in it. Falcon too, maybe. It was a big book. And I remember the last fifty pages were torn out for some reason. I remember it was good though.
I read the Moomin books and comics a lot when I’m sick. It’s not even nostalgia, I had never heard of them as a kid. Something about them is comforting, maybe that she doesn’t spare or forgive anyone the way those sorts of books tend to do.
I usually go for more compact things. The first time I tried to read Lord of the Rings I was sick, and hated it.
I have only ever read Ghost Machine by Ben Mirov sick in bed, but loved it then.
When I was a lot younger I read Peter Bell the Third and Lord Byron’s Don Juan in one sitting when I was feverish, and I decided then that the Romantics had probably never been sick before or always were. For some reason I still think of them that way.