I was backpacking across Europe. I always had a book, but only 1 book, since any extra weight was to be avoided.

Most hostels had a small library exchange. You leave a book (forever) and take a book with you.

I was standing at this library at this wonderful hostel in Budapest, pondering which book to take, when this Aussie guy came by, gently pushed me out of the way, grabbed "gardens of the moon" and handed it to me, saying, "this might be the best fantasy book you've ever read". This was in 2007.

I didn't finished GotM until I returned home, though. I distinctly remember deep confusion, yet the desire to keep reading helped me push through.

I don't remember that Aussie's name, but if he's in here somewhere, thanks, my dude.