I'll admit that I'm reading A Princess of Mars, by Edgar Rice Burroughs, primarily to see whether all the places where I went...where the fuck did that come from... were in the book or added by the screenplay. If I'm feeling particularly geeky I may even write a blog about it.
I was never really attracted to the Tarzan novels, or the Tarzan myth structure really(1), but I like a good planetary romance and the covers of the Panther editions had semi-naked women on them(2).
I remember The classic[sic] Family d'Alembert series as being a fun space opera in the classic mould so I thought I'd grab the kindle version of Imperial Stars (another fine product of the SF Gateway - curse you Gollancz and your time wasting temptations) and see whether it was any good.
(1) I'd love to claim it was my virtuous reaction to the whole racist mighty whitey raised by apes thing(3) but I think it was probably because it wasn't set on Mars!
(2) I was twelve, it was the seventies - cut me some slack here.
(3) I'm not interested in discussing this so don't start.