I originally posted this as part of a comment to Robert's post about book borrowers (101 Books).
My love of reading began in middle-school with the book Hunters by Jack Lovejoy. I talked about it so much that my father borrowed the book from me and then he liked it so much that he re-lent it to a friend. As you can imagine, I never saw THAT book again. Twenty some odd years later, my father gave me a copy of the book for my birthday. Apparently, he felt so bad that he looked for a copy in every bookstore that he visited in the intervening years. So, a copy eventually came back to me with the story memorialized in my dad’s inscription. THIS book will not be be leaving my possession.