The Guardian newspaper (my butler reads it) has listed 1000 Novels Everyone Must Read. Note the imperative.
Let's see: setting ourselves the ambitious target of a novel a week, that should take us nineteen years and three months to complete. At that rate, we'll be finished by May 2028—by which time (touch-wood), I'll be 63.
That's 19 years to read 1,000 books, which, to put it bluntly, simply aren't true. They're novels, for Pete's sake. They're not real.
Wouldn't we be better off spending the all-too-few precious years we have left on this fantastic planet finding out about stuff that actually is true—you know science and history and shit like that—rather than frittering it away reading stories?
By all means read a novel now and again, but, quite frankly, reading 1,000 of them just shouldn't be a priority.