Our Intrepid Heroine

P.G. Wodehouse is the antidote to life.

There are stories behind this, but since no one reads these things anyway, I'll just say that this collection made me laugh. I love Galahad of Blandings. I love the dotty old Earl of Emsworth. I even love the Hon. Freddie Threepwood, lover of pulp detective stories and constant thorn in his father's side.

A few too many of the gents are irritating, sulky, dim, or infuriating, but there are enough clever ladies and happy-go-lucky acts to cause sufficient trouble.

Just make sure to read these when you're in a mood for silliness, or they'll annoy rather than amuse.