by P.G. Wodehouse
Another day, another pig-napping plot (or two). It's business as usual at Blandings Castle. We have lovers torn asunder by interfering relatives, lack of funds, and unfortunate mix-ups-- espionage and intrigue in the high-stakes world of competitive pig-fattening-- and more. Fortunately, Gally Threepwood is on the scene and equal to any challenge.
(This was a shared read, as per usual for Wodehouse.)
I enjoyed it, but if Goodreads enabled half-stars, I'd have rated this one as 4.5 stars. Instead, I'm reminded of the many, many laughs and rounding it up to 5 stars.
Why the wish to dock a half-star? Well, there was a certain... not quite staleness, but repetitiveness... Of course, as anyone who's read more than a few of his books well knows, Wodehouse is repetitive. In the essentials, one of his books is much like another-- particularly within the same series. It's the sparkling presentation that makes him wonderful. Maybe it's just my mood-- maybe I've read one too many in a given length of time-- or maybe this particular book is somehow lacking in comparison with some of the others. For whatever reason, in this one, that repetitiveness was ever-so-slightly more noticeable than usual.
Another nit-pick is that Lord Emsworth felt like a different character, at times, from his usual self. He seemed a little too "with it", at times. Not his usual completely oblivious, head-in-the-pig-shaped-clouds self, if you know what I mean.
All in all, a very amusing read. The last bit-- the "news clipping"-- was the cherry on top.