There is however a part of me that sympathises with Jones because I'm not crazy about Pratchett either. (And, yes, I have read him) I can see why people like him, but I have this quirk that I can't be doing with "funny" books. I'm happy with books that are incidentally funny (because life is incidentally funny) but ones that set out to be a comedic experience weary me after about ten pages. And, yes, you're right, I'm not fond of Douglas Adams either.
Or Wodehouse.
I nearly bought a Pratchett today. There were a couple on sale in one of the charity shops we drifted through and a little voice whispered, "But he's great, he's a national treasure, everyone loves him- you should try him again." And then another voice chipped in and said, "To thine own self be true"- and I heeded it and kept the £2.50 in my pocket.