I'm married to a scavenger of sorts and he often totes home rescued boxes of books that I paw through with shiny, hungry eyes. I pull out the odd and interesting and add them to my teetering stack.
Since my name in part derives from this book (in the book, our hero is christened Tristram because the maid couldn't remember the name Trismegistus as she ran from one room to the next), I of course had to read it. It's quite a tome and from a different time, but still completely odd and hilarious. If you can really commit, it's worth reading.