Books In Bed

First situation. I was reading a book by Márquez and decided I'd had enough for the time being and put it down. I then turned on the radio to hear that illness had prevented him from writing any more books! Strange coincidence? Second Situation. Very odd! I was in bed reading Victor Pelevin's "Buddah's Little Finger". It was about 1.00a.m. Suddenly my brain clicked into gear that I may have forgotten to take the garden recycling bin outside to be collected. Not knowing what date it was I switched on my mobile phone. It said June 3rd. I went downstairs to check on the collecting schedule. It said, Monday, June 3rd. I decided against wheeling it out at that unearthly hour and returned to bed to carry on reading my book. When I turned the page over this is what it said: "Peter woke from his coma and looked to the bottom of the bed. His eyes bleary saw Anna standing there. He asked her where he was. Anna told him he was in a safe house. Peter then asked Anna what day it was. She replied, June 3rd!!" Fast forward twenty four hours. I received an unexpected, surprise parcel in the post from a close friend. When I opened it up it was a an old biography of somebody who I very much like. I flicked the book open and it opened at page 55. The opening line was: "He sat Buddha-fashion, legs crossed..." Very strange!