The last Wodehouse I had read was at the end of 2021! There was a time when I used to read his books back to back, and the only reason not doing now is because there is so few of his books left for me to read and those are the ones which I am unable to get my hands on. This is my 72nd Wodehouse novel!
Coming to the novel itself, it is a collection of short stories. The first two chapters are really handsome, and you want to read more and more. But then third tale onwards, it becomes stereotype. Pretty much same tale but setting is different. Even the humor starts to get dry. But Wodehouse is blessed with linguistic flair which can still make it a page-turner. A small book.
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