My Man Jeeves

Shudder. Oh, no. No. This was supposed to be hilarious because of all the stupid nincompoop hijinks they get into, but how can anyone be this flat-out stupid? There's no hero to this tale. Everyone in the tale thinks Jeeves is. But he's not—except in matters of style and information. His big plans get Bertie and his friends into all kinds of trouble.

Other than the vapid behavior on the part of grownups, it was the continual habitual lying that bothered me the most. It never worked and they never learned. And no one ever seemed to realize there was anything wrong with it.

Then the four stories about Reggie Pepper are thrown in the middle without any transition. By page three, you're wondering where Jeeves is and then realize it's because you're reading about Reggie. Who is he? We have no clue!

I may try other Jeeves stories, as I've heard the later ones are an improvement, but they are nowhere near being a priority.

Language: some “acceptable” swear derivatives plus some actual profanity