Many years ago I went to my local library looking for books I was interested in. One of them was "Fight Club", because I had seen the film and loved it. Turns out they didn't have "Fight Club", but they had another book by the same author, Chuck Palahniuk. It was called "Survivor". Initially I wasn't going to pick it up, and moved on to search for others. But since I was there, *what the heck, let me see what this is about*. The synopsis didn't give much away, and it didn't amaze me. As I was absentmindedly leafing through the pages, I realized the page numbers were backwards. *Hm. Oh well, might as well take it*.
I read that book almost in one sitting, and haven't stopped reading Palahniuk ever since. He's my favorite author. It's not a huge life changing event, but I "grew up" with his books and they're a really big part of my life.
I received a box of books from an abandoned vehicle at a body shop I was working at, and Siddhartha was one of the books in the box. Changed my life, as far as perspective when getting down and about about things. I re-read the book every so often, and it seems to refresh my mind and outlook towards things. I came into possession of it at a time in my life when I really needed it.
My father who is a scuba diver found an old Bible in the sea. Wrapped in foil, plastic, preserved as well as possible, it's still readable. He is yet to read it though but maybe soon we'll read it together, I need to make time for this but I keep forgetting.