What I'm Reading #53

Just finished reading my first P. G. Wodehouse book.  And it's all the rage, I mean quite a gas.  Written in 1936, it would be the perfect introduction of the era to a student interested in social culture between say, 1928 and 1940.

You enter into it's world, and am soon consumed by cliché, inundated by stereo-type, and embarrassed by racist reference--but still, it's a fascinating window into a bygone era, and full of hi-jinx and hilarity.