HOW RIGHT YOU ARE JEEVES, BY P.G.WODEHOUSE

I've returned briefly to PGW for a sugary read. The imbecilic but filthy rich Bertie Wooster constantly gets into hot water and needs his valet Jeeves, of the large brain, to get him out. This offering presents Bobbie Wickham, a redhead dynamo who's gotten Wooster into scrapes before, Aunt Dahlia, Bertie's "good" aunt, Reginald "Kipper" Herring, Bertie and Kipper's old headmaster, Aubrey Upjohn, broken engagements, a libel suit, and much fun. The plot of a PGW novel scampers along brightly with G-rated froth.

Bertie is relaxing at home when Bobbie's mother calls crying. There's an announcement in the London Times that Bertie is engaged to her daughter. First time that Bertie's heard of it, because she said no to him before. But it's a ploy to make her mother more accepting of her real fiance, Kipper. He doesn't know it's a ploy, sends her a scathing letter, which crosses in the mail, and before you know it, Kipper is engaged to someone else. Then Kipper, in his position as editor at a small literary magazine, savagely criticizes an article sent in by Aubrey Upjohn. Unfortunately, Bobbie has heated up the review even more, by repeating the lads' claim that the Sunday sausages were made of pigs which had died of glanders, botts, and tuberculosis. Hence the libel suit. Only Jeeves can sort all this out.