Submitted by WendellSanders01 t3_112wdk5 in books
Reading books can be very mysterious and strange sometimes. I tend to have odd coincidences and I always make unlikely discoveries. As a longtime reader I frequently encounter synchronicity. Either I am reading something at just the right moment, or a line may seem prophetic. But the most interesting experiences have been the way I've stumbled across certain books. I'll share one example.
One day I was visiting a friend, we were sitting outside of a coffee shop having coffee and talking. The subject turned to books and he said I should read the book Being and Nothingness, he said it was one of the greatest books ever. The way he explained it to me made me interested. So I asked him if I could borrow it from him, but he said he had just lent it to someone else and couldn't help me with that.
That book stayed on my mind afterwards, I kept wanting to find a copy of it for myself. A few days later I went to a used bookstore. I hoped I would find that book there even though it seemed impossible. Yet as soon as I walked into the bookstore, there it was sitting on a shelf, a vintage 1963 edition of Being and Nothingness. I couldn't believe I had found it out of the blue like that, it was a strange coincidence. Now the irony is, after I bought that book I put it on my shelf and years later still have not read a single page of it!
This happened to me a few times though. Even if the author isn't common, usually I always find the books that I want. It's very strange to think about. The other times this happened was when I was looking for a copy of Look Homeward Angel. I kept thinking about it and thinking about it, and then one day I walked into the used bookstore and there it was.
Anyway, I've had so many great experiences finding the books that I want, it's a magical feeling. So whenever I can I donate many great books and leave them behind for other people to find.
What is the strangest way you've found a book?
Futueteipsum7 t1_j8mkywu wrote
When I was in college a friend of mine stole (yes, I know!) an old Everyman copy of Lord Dunsany’s Book of Wonder from the library: it was a 1920’s oxblood leather-bound copy, beautiful and exciting.
I always coveted that book and remembered it.
20 years later I was telling a friend in another city about it. She managed to score a copy of it for my birthday, and gave it to me.
Less than a week later my college friend, whom I hadn’t spoken to in a decade or more, sent me the stolen copy in the mail. It was packaged carefully with a note saying he remembered how much I loved the book, saying he’d tried to give it back to the college library but they didn’t really want it as they’d moved to mostly digital systems and weren’t currently expanding their fiction collection.
So now I have two copies: they’re both my favorite.