As far as airports go, I don't mind them either. Airports for me have always been an excuse to read, eat candy, and sleep on the floor. Not to mention the buying of books in airport bookshops because, notably, in spite of the elevated cost of candy and snacks, the prices of airport books equal those of books purchased at Barnes & Noble.
My husband, not much of a reader himself, surprised me once when he told me that he loves flying because he can purchase a book at the airport bookshop and read the entire flight. Today, I purchased a chocolate bar, peanut M&Ms, Swedish fish and a copy of The Martian by Andy Weir knowing that given my two hour flight delay, I would likely need it upon my finishing of Amy Tan.
My only regret is that I didn't bring a jacket.