I am packing the last few boxes of books in Norway, and came across my old copy of Autobiography of a yogi by Yogananda. It was one of the books in my teens that made the strongest impression on me, along with The Turning Point by Fritjof Capra (age 16), Bak tid of Rom by Erik Damman (age 17), and I Ching in the Richard Wilhelm translation. I think I got this book when I was nineteen. I read it several times, subscribed to the little regular newsletter from the Self-Realization Society, and bought and read most or all of the other books by him available through them. His presence was strong for me during that time, in and around me. I am deeply grateful for his presence and work, and for what he did to introduce Indian philosophy and spirituality to a Western audience.
I was introduced to The Turning Point by Fritjof Capra by my middle-school teacher (Randulf S.), and my high school teacher may have introduced me to Bak Tid og rom by Erik Damman the year after. I found I Ching through someone who helped me with earth acupuncture (Aake Y.). And I was introduced to Autobiography of a yogi by an astrologer I saw, whom I initially thought lived much closer to me. Finding that book made the longish train journey more than worth it.