If you really have nothing better to do and want to challenge yourself, try reading "The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman" by Laurence Stern. There is nothing odd about the name of the book or the author, but the book is, shall we say gently, different. From the Amazon.com summary: "Narrated by Shandy, the story begins at the moment of his conception and diverts into endless digressions, interruptions, stories-within-stories, and other narrative devices. The focus shifts from the fortunes of the hero himself to the nature of his family, environment, and heredity, and the dealings within that family offer repeated images of human unrelatedness and disconnection. The narrator is isolated in his own privacy and doubts how much, if anything, he can know for certain even about himself. Sterne broke all the rules: events occur out of chronological order, anecdotes are often left unfinished, and sometimes whole pages are filled with asterisks or dashes or are left entirely blank." I had to read it in college. I remember nothing about it. I think that's how nature preserves our sanity.