I've had The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini around the house for several years.
Purchased at a used bookstore after a gushing reference to its quality, the book was moved from shelf to shelf until the time was right. [I was a little wary. So many books fail to match the hype.]
I read three chapters last night and so far the high reputation is intact. Moreso than with many memoirs, this is a form of time travel.
If you are interested in being transported to the Italy of the Medici family, check it out.