Karl Ove Knausgaard's My Struggle. Does he complain a lot? Yes. Excessively? Probably. But what draws me to it is how raw it is. The long digressions are well done, and actually add to the story, which is rare. On the Road and The Dharma Bums are both fun, quick, and rather easy reads. And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks by Burroughs and Kerouac is my favorite collaboration ever, and is a great glimpse at the early Beats. Jules Verne's The Mysterious Island and Alas, Babylon are both books I've read multiple times because they are just fun. Same with the Illuminatus! Trilogy by Robert Shea and Robert Anton Wilson, the later of whom is one of my favorite thinkers. Finally, Solitude by Robert Kull is one of the most powerful books I've ever read. He spent a year on a Patagonian island for a dissertation. The emotion seeps through, and the reader can glimpse a little bit of the enlightenments Kull has.