I've begun the Renaissance artist, Benvenuto Cellini's autobiography, as all of us do at one time or another, and was welcomed by the opening line:
"I first began writing this Life of mine in my own hand...but it took up too much of my time and seemed utterly pointless."
Undimmed by the pointlessness of his task, he ploughed ahead with great gusto declaring, "No matter what sort he is, everyone who has to his credit what are really great achievements ought to write the story of his own life."
Only a chapter or so in, but it's enjoyable & unwittingly amusing as a result of the, in today's terms at least, odd enthusiastic character of Cellini. One early incident; his father sees a salamander lizard running around in the fire and : 'Suddenly realizing what it was, he called my sister & myself & showed it to us. And then he gave me such a violent box on the ears that I screamed & burst into tears. At this he calmed me as kindly as he could & said: "My dear little boy, I didn't hit you because you had done wrong. I only did it so you will never forget that this lizard you saw is a salamander, and as far as we know for certain has never been seen before."