This was my catalyst book of magic. It was January 5th, 2000. I'd been opening and closing this book for a month or so. Finally got a piece of paper and pencil and sat down at Metsokodu, our neighbor's camp in the wilds, and opened this book once more.
Then I read about dark and light and how it takes both to create art. I'd known that, of course, but... let's just say I was finally illuminated with that idea. The only thing holding me back from stepping into circle with Goddess was the dogma drilled into me in a Christian-favored society that cast aspersions and great shadows on anything "other".
I read the sentence about dark and light and was unblinded by the light on the Damascas road. I saw the world in all its balanced shades of sun and shadow. I closed the book and stepped out into the unseasonably mild air, barefoot, in January, and constructed my first formal circle.
It took a book about art to open the pathway to the craft.
(Also, it's an excellent book on the subject for which it was actually written, drawing.)