A good load of my life was spend reading a series called, Philip Jose Farmer's The Dungeon, which was 6 books long and each one written by a different author.
The idea was quite cool and the first few books so good that I stuck with it till the conclusion.
It was only reading the final book and sentences like "the demon spider was Jaques! But I was god, nothing could defeat my weapon "Carry on by jove" shouted Esmilreda the caterpillar" appeared that I realised I didn't have a bloody clue what the hell was going on anymore!
Obviously the final author went to same writing school as Lewis Carroll. Hell, they probably shared drugs together.