Leave It to Psmith, by P.G. Wodehouse
A "Somewhat Lacking" Blurb I Found Online:
A debonair young
Englishman, Psmith ("the p is silent, as in phthisis, psychic, and
ptarmigan") has quit the fish business, "even though there is money in
fish," and decided to support himself by doing anything that he is hired
to do by anyone. Wandering in and out of romantic, suspenseful, and
invariably hilarious situations, Psmith is in the great Wodehouse
This was one of the (if not the) funniest I've read of Wodehouse. I can't recommended it highly enough! Laugh-out-loud moments abound, and Psmith is such a charming main character that you can't help but love and root for him. I was not quite so fond of... let's just call them "the Americans".
Their outdated slang was less of a joy to read, but (as Mr. Cootes would say)
"Hey!"-- even they couldn't spoil such a darn good book!
I don't know what more I can write without spoiling any of the "surprises"... Many of the basic plot developments are obvious far in advance of their actually happening in the book-- but they are delivered with such absolute sparkle, and everything fits together just so... It's impressive, to say the least.
This one ranks right up there with the very best of the Jeeves & Wooster series. (I had been a little worried that none of Wodehouse's non-Jeeves books could ever measure up to that standard; this gives me new hope.)
(This was-- of course-- another read-aloud with Donald. It's a definite tradition, at this point. It probably wouldn't feel right reading Wodehouse on my own. He's best when shared.)