*** Candide, Voltaire, 1759
I found Candide, recommended by The Griggster, to be entertaining at first, but eventually tiresome as the litany of Candide's serial disasters, interlarded with strawman swipes at contemporary targets of Voltaire's contempt, became somewhat episodic and monochromatic.
But I did laugh quite a bit in the first few chapters. On the other hand, that response was perhaps enhanced by the cigars and martinis. Or at least the martinis.
Three stars for lovers of literature, two for everyone else.