When I was in high school I went to see a play Idiot http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Idiot
by Dostoevsky in the theatre. I was literally mentally ill for several days after that. I had to read this book too, and it was not my choice. It was a part of Russian literature course at high school. Here I was sick for a month, and this is why I have never attempted to read Brothers Karamasov
by the same author. At age of 14-15 I fell in love with Pygmalion
by Bernard Shaw, and read it at least 20 times during that winter. A whole story was so real to me, I knew each and every word by heart, how they were dressed, and a furniture arraignment in Henry Higgins' s house.