Next to my bed are books I have bought from charity shops to read. At the moment, the only one I can actually remember the name of is Anne Rice's The Vampire Armand, which is a bit fruity for my taste. But the idea of "bedside books" makes me think of having specific books next to my bed that I would rarely read through but would occasionally flick into and read favourite passages. The two that most spring to mind are A Hero of Our Time by Mikhail Lermontov and Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace; the latter, however, is forever lost to an ex-girlfriend. I think I'll just buy another copy. Looking at what others have written, I see both On The Road and The Road, which happen to be the last two books I read. I was unimpressed with the former - it was a good read, but not great, and people talk about it as if it's amazing - but the latter I did enjoy, even if McCarthy's refusal to use speech marks was annoying.