The first was "mmm, I could really murder a Mars Bar right now" - which should have been predicted - but the fact it wasn't meant that I did not have one to hand, so got over it before breaking the massive two weeks of chocolate denial.
The second was a reminder of reading 1984. I found the most moving part of the book was Winston telling of how he'd stolen his little sister's chocolate ration. It made me feel physically ill at the time and I don't think I raided the cupboards for illicit treats for days. I don't often get reactions like that from books though - the only thing similar I can recall was reading Crash by JG Ballard. I really didn't like it - not in the sense that I didn't want to read the book because it was dull or badly written (that happens very rarely), but that I found some of the imagery quite vivd and disturbing. Anyone seen the film and care to comment on whether it's worth a look?
Enough wibblings. There's a danger I'm getting back into this LJ habit.