Beowulf on the Beach

I do not think there could be a person on earth (1) who obviously loves reading as much as I do, yet (2) who has completely and totally opposite reading tastes.

Let me make one thing clear: Jack is a GUY. He is looking for action in books. Plot. Fighting. Killing. Plunder. You know. That sort of stuff.
I could care less about plot. I want to get inside people's heads. I want to understand people. A group of intriguing people, sitting around in chairs, talking? Excellent book for me.
So Beowulf at the Beach had nothing for me. Jack looked at fifty classics and showed all the violence and action you didn't know was there.

The good news is that I think I can safely cross about twenty books off my list of Books to Read Before I Die. I'm just not interested in ever reading Blood Meridian or Lolita or Tropic of Cancer or, really, Faulkner. I can get that on the six o'clock news or the latest blockbuster movie. So that is a kind of usefulness, Jack. Thank you for that.