Terry Pratchett's works were first introduced to me about 6 or 7 years ago, and I was immediately hooked. My life was not in the best of shape at the time, but those books kept me going and gave me something to hold on to.

Sir Terry Pratchett sadly died just as I was about to finish the last of his books. So, to fill the void left by him, I went on a search for other British humorists and satirists to enjoy. And it was then that I came across P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves series.

To say I devoured the Jeeves series is an understatement. I read all the novels and short stories in a record amount of time (compared to how often I read) and Wodehouse became my second favorite of the Brit writers.

Right Ho, Jeeves is without a doubt one of his best works. Wodehouse managed to weave several amusing storylines into this one, all of which were linked by Bertie's meddling and futile attempts to help his friends and family. To say Bertie's schemes fail is an understatement. While the man has the best of intentions, he is such a chaotic force that even his genius and brainy gentleman's gentleman Jeeves is stumped for solutions. And if you've read any of the other books in the series, you're well aware of Jeeves' abilities to find solutions to any conundrums.

While the entire book is hilarious, it is Wodehouse's inventive and stylish insults that make me spill my coffee. I couldn't stop laughing at one line in particular:

Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror.

Right Ho, Jeeves never fails to entertain. There are plenty of jokes, and they're always up to par in terms of freshness and wit. For anyone looking for a hearty laugh, exquisite storytelling, and a use of the British language that still feels fresh a decade later, you can't go wrong with this book or the rest of the series.