Now where's that nonexistant book again?

My son had a restless sleep last night, which of course means I had a restless sleep. Waking up in fits and spurts from 4 a.m. to dawn creates vivid dreams. In one of those dreams I was attending a university class where a book was assigned, a Margret Atwood book, a very thick one. There was a woman's face on the front cover and I felt as though this was a new release, (who knows, maybe it's in the works.) But when I woke up I started looking fore the book and couldn't find it. I wanted to put it into my goodreads list because I'd gone to all the work of reading it, and I didn't even have a title. Well, boo hoo. It never existed, and I sweated transcribing fantasy hours of notes off the blackboard for nothing.