Leave it to Psmith, by P. G. Wodehouse

The back cover proclaims, “He who has not met Wodehouse has not lived a full life.”  [San Francisco Chronicle]  Not wanting to get any older without being able to say I’d read Wodehouse, I picked this up from the library sale table (paid a buck!) for vacation reading.   I shan’t be wanting to read more than one or so a year, I dare say, but it was, indeed, top drawer.  It all happens at Blandings Castle which has the requisite cast of a doddering old Earl involved in his hollyhocks, the testy Scots gardener, the dim-witted second son, the dignified butler, the annual County Ball, etc.  Throw in some struggling, but educated, young men and women and a diamond necklace and you have the plot.  All of it great fun and the droll writing is a constant delight.  328 pp.