Coffee and books- most preferably books of the chunky variety, go together like rain and clouds, like bees and flowers, or more understandably, like butter on toast.
When you sit in your comfy chair with an over-sized book yet, no coffee, something feels like it is missing: coffee is the present need. With coffee and a book, I always seem to grasp another meaning that I would have otherwise missed without my caffinated companion.
During those sips of coffee, your mind contemplates the plot, the characters, etc. and you have a deeper conception of what is happening, who the people are, and their world is drawn a little closer to yours. You can travel oceans, galaxies, mountains, and worlds, with a mug of coffee in your hand and not spilling a drop. Try feeding that to Canadian Airlines. Something about a good hot cup of joe and enjoying a deliciously thick book is soothing, calming, and peaceful. Coffee refreshes the body, and a book refreshes the mind. This is probably the best combination- no bosh therapist could ever come up with that. Simple, really. So often it's the obvious things that people miss.