I was thinking about giving up this Book about 100 pages in, but I was determined to keep going and I’m glad I did. The writing is so good that it made me despise the vacant, idle rich person who’s the main protagonist in most of these stories.

In the end, I thought it was quite funny in places, but I’m not sure I’ll read another Jeeves / Wooster book, but will almost certainly read another Wodehouse book.

Of course, all the short stories in this book are based on very contrived plots and situations only the rich can find themselves in…apartments in central London and New York, being driven around by a manservant, friends living from the allowances of rich aunts.