Woman Meets 'Fight Club' Author Chuck Palahniuk and Then the Gift of a Lifetime Shows Up At Her House

Basically, every fan’s dream…

After the tears stopped, the items I began to pull out of this glitter-packed box were each more hilarious and poignant than the next. He sent me soap (of COURSE), candles, incense and lots of candy. He sent me birthday candles and miniature sparklers. He sent me funny pens and copies of his tour CDs.

And the two most important items, a personal letter and a “bookmark” that he made himself. It’s got to be 4 feet long at minimum, made of pieces of his own mother’s jewelry, carved jade and rocks he’s picked up during his travels wrapped in the most ridiculous box I had ever seen.

Knowing that he thought enough of me to give me things that belonged to his mother, things that he’s cared enough about to collect, is completely overwhelming.

He literally sent me a box of rocks and glitter, and I couldn’t have asked for more.

Truth be told, he didn’t HAVE to do anything. I would be just as thrilled to have met him, shook his hand, and moved on. He didn’t have to find out anything about me. He could have sent me a leftover bookmark from one of his old signings.

He wanted to know one of his fans.

I’m not his target demographic. I’m not a weightlifter with a Fight Club tattoo that thinks Tyler Durden was just a guy that fought a lot. I’m a middle-aged mother of a teenager that lives in the suburbs with a two car garage and a cat named after a cow noise.

He CARES about his fans as well as being one of the most brilliant minds of our times.

And he uses the same brand of soap that we do. How awesome is THAT?

Enjoy my Chuck Bomb.

P. S. Sorry, Chuck, I’m never eating that candy. However, when I finally do open my candy store, it will go in a special display case.