I don't really know what came over me the day before yesterday, but I had a sudden urge to reread
Mystiques et magiciens du Tibet by ADN. Now, this is the first ADN book I read and so it holds a special place in my heart's library. But since my Romanian copy was in... Romania, and my French one lent to a friend who never bothered to bring it back, I couldn't. I promised myself I would repurchase it though. (There is an English version on Scribd, but the translation is not great, and anyway, I much rather read the original).
Yesterday, on my way back from a Yoga class I had given in the afternoon, and having got out from the metro at Place D'italie, i decided i would walk home and though a d-tour at the Fnac would be a great idea. And so my feet carried me thorough the corridors to the shelves I usually examine, even though this time I had no objective. And so I stopped at the "Buddhist" section of the library, and I looked up and lo and behold: there was a copy of my book!
A huge smile made its way on my face.
Today I finally got to plunge into it and what a great read this was! I had forgotten loads of details, and I'm really surprised at the new flavor it leaves in my head. When I first read it, I had no knowledge of anything Buddhist, Tibetan, or exotic stuff (maybe just a few Indian ones, oh, and Milarepa). Now things have changed somewhat and I can picture more fully the characters described, the scenery and can better understand ADN's remarks. A great read indeed!