Let me do a little buck and wing dance for this one. Ahh, Wodehouse gets me cracking my limb-oos.
*stretch -kick -stretch – cheers*
It’s cheery, dancy and wonderful for the bummer days. There is a lot more swagger to Jeeves than I’ve ever seen in any fic butler ever. I guess, if he had ever made it to the real world, I would’ve been swapping my cigarettes for his reality show DVDs. Although after some time, the whole raged aunt, half-hallucinated uncle, bubbling-romance diva and a butch for a villain square does becoming a trite, but there is always something about the Wodehouse language and his expressions in the ghettos that makes lotsa book jailbirds like me willing to fly right out their pickles.
This one was quite uniquely expressed too. After their usual ruffle and shuffle of the snarky situations, the Jeeves-Wooster team manages to come out with just slight bruises on their ego, shinning like spring chickens. So, there isn’t a lot to give away as a plot. You can only find out by picking it up and giving it a really nice breeze with a quick flashy reading.