The book was a riot, as are most of Wodehouse’ books. It is old-fashioned humour, but I love it. Totally my favourite author. Utterly hilarious complications abound at Blandings Castle, where yet again, lovers are sent to exile. The Honourable Galahad Threepwood, golden-hearted and wily in equal measure, saves the day. I am, however, always feeling sheepish reading Wodehouse, because I burst into uncontrollable laughter quite a few times.