I mentioned the other night that I was going to start reading a new book. I did. In fact, I devoured it. Many people have suggested P. G. Wodehouse to me. Over and over I heard how funny his books are. Last Christmas, when I was putting together my “wish list” I added the book, Thank You, Jeeves. I set it on my stack of TBR. Why it didn’t go straight to the top is beyond me.
I can report that everyone was correct. I can’t tell you how many times I laughed out loud. Here’s a brief synopsis. Jeeves is Bertie Wooster’s valet. Wooster, while a nice guy, isn’t the smartest. Jeeves, on the other hand, is not only intelligent, but levelheaded. He just doesn’t get rattled. Unfortunately for Wooster, Jeeves can’t stand his banjo playing and resigns. No one in Wooster’s building can stand his banjo playing, so he ends up moving to the country as a guest of his pal, Chuffy, to find solace and a place to play.
Finding tranquility in the country is just not in the cards for Wooster. His ex-fiancée, Pauline Stoker, and her stern father arrive at Chuffy’s place. Chuffy falls in love with Pauline. In addition, Sir Roderick Glossop, the man responsible for breaking off the engagement between Wooster and Pauline is also present. What will Wooster do, stuck in the middle of the lovers, a stern father, and Glossop? I can’t even begin to tell you all of the craziness that ensues. Fortunately for all, Jeeves, Chuffy’s new valet, is there to offer guidance during all of the lunacy.
This past weekend in London, the weather was superb. The skies were blue, the temperature was warm, and I sat outside enjoying this wonderful novel. All in all, it was the perfect weekend. Summer and reading go hand in hand with me. If you still have time to hit the beach or pool, I highly recommend taking a copy of this book with you. I will warn you, you may not be able to stop reading until you finish it. The good news is that it’s only 263 pages. The bad news, for me at least, is that it’s the first in a series. Why is this bad? Only this book, Thank You, Jeeves, is on my 1001 list. This means that I’ll get further behind on accomplishing my reading goal since I already want to track down every book that P. G. Wodehouse has written. Folks, he was a prolific writer. My 1001 list is in trouble. Good thing I don’t mind breaking rules to have fun.
I should add, that Miles hates when I find an author that I love. He wants me to concentrate on playing fetch and not half-heartedly throwing the ball. How can you refuse this face?