I’m in a jail cell cca. 1700’s in a capital city of one of the peripheral provinces of Ottoman Empire wondering what my dead brother went through when he was jailed only a week ago.
I am a Royal Naval officer renowned for my personal bravery, struggling to write a letter to my beautiful, headstrong American wife in which I must somehow gently convey the idea that she must not ask the Admiralty to station the fleet at different bases in order to facilitate her seasonal party schedule.
Castles of Steel, by Robert K. Massie. Nonfiction – Admiral Beatty actually wrote such a letter!
Ha! That’s cool. For some reason, this is my 3rd time with this book, and I haven’t finished it yet. I don’t know why, but the previous times, I just wasn’t getting into it. This time it’s going much better. It may be because I’ve just re-read both The Talisman and Black House, and am on a Peter Straub thing.
Let’s try this spoiler thing, let me know how I do…
Spoiler (Mystery by Peter Straub)
Did it work?
By the way, I’ve read Peter Straub’s Ghost Story, and thought it was great.
I’m just about to kill the hell outta at one, and possibly two, evil dictators. Maybe I’ll hook up with one of the two very fine young men who are sniffing after me. I may even smile.
Mockingjay. What can I say, I was very, very late to the games.
I’m in Huautla, Mexico, setting the ropes in preparation for my descent as part of an expedition into one of the deepest underwater caves in the world.
Beyond the Deep: The Deadly Descent Into the World’s Most Treacherous Cave by William Stone and Barbara am Ende (hey, isn’t there a thread for titles in this style?)
Right now, I am reading 2 books. In the first, I am one of a group of 100 young men (now down to 90) who have started a walk… a long walk.
the Long Walk by Stephen King/Richard Bachman
In the other, I am a detective who had previously been kidnapped and tortured by a female serial killer, who has now escaped from prison and is coming after me again.
Sweetheart, the second in a series, and I can’t remember the author’s name. Great books, tho!
I’m in the Blue Beetle, zipping through Chicago, eluding baddies and explaining to the current ME that magic is real.
Harry Dresden, Dead Beat (Book 7 of the Dresden Files)
Didn’t work so well. 
I read everything Straub wrote years ago, now I’m working my way back through them again (I’m old enough to have forgotten most of it). The Blue Rose trilogy (Koko, Mystery, The Throat) really is better than I’d recalled.
I’m on a steam-powered boat hoping to reach Ankh-Morpork with a couple of philosophers, a soldier, and my God in the form of a small one-eyed tortoise.
Small Gods by Terry Pratchett.
I’m Harry Dresden, professional wizard, and I’m out on Lake Michigan speaking with a being called Demonreach about why the island we’re standing on is about to go boom and take much of the Midwest with it.
The Dresden Files, Cold Days, of course.
Thought I’d reread the series through again.
I’ve just been framed by the town boss, beaten, and thrown into a jail cell. A local leader has just come down and wants to shoot me dead because he is convinced I killed his teen daughter and her friend. I didn’t do it. I don’t know who did (but the reader does). Of course, even if I weren’t in jail, I would still be in a sort of prison, just like everyone else in town.
* Under the Dome*, by Stephen King
I have just shaken off the NSA and FBI in ‘Reconstructionist’ America, met up with my wife Maddy and together with agent Newcomen I’m about to seriously start the search for my adopted daughter in Alaska
The Curve of the Earth (4th Samuil Petrovitch novel) by Simon Morden
I’m in Colleton County, NC planning my wedding and trying to figure out who killed Tracy, one of the DA’s and figure out why she was interested in reopening the Martha Hurst case.
Rituals of the Season by Margaret Maron
I’m hiding out in a seedy motel in New York City trying to avoid some unknown Feds who are looking for me because I witnessed a suicide on a train.
Lee Child: Gone Tomorrow (A Jack Reacher Novel)
…and I was there a month ago on a revisit. A favorite.
Now I’m considering writing my memoirs, to the consternation of my lessers. The Uncommon Reader
I’m on my way to take my girlfriend out to a very expensive dinner in Edinburgh so she’ll forgive the fact I’ve been neglecting her to catch some dirty cops.
Resurrection Men, Ian Rankin. Re-reading, because I’m homesick and all the food sounds so nice.