I don't remember another book having that effect on me. Maybe these days it might feel mundane if I re-read it.
I had a similar reaction to Seventh Sword. I bought it just before my 25th birthday, and on the night before my birthday itself, after reading one unnerving chapter, I fell asleep listening for the first time to a cassette tape of Ennio Morricone film music I'd just bought. I woke up near the end of the cassette's first side, with it playing the theme to l'Attentat, which I'd never heard before.
It was about the most creepy music I'd ever heard, a quality magnified by waking in the dark and hearing it for the first time and not knowing what it was, and I became convinced that on the stroke of midnight I would come into my "psychic inheritance" (whatever that meant) and would immediately became vulnerable to astral attack from the sinister organisation mentioned in the book. I've rarely been so scared.
The book no longer has that kind of effect on me, but it does still excite my interest in a way almost nothing else does. I'll be interested to see if it has anything like that effect on you.