I like Wodehouse as much as the next guy, assuming the next guy thinks he’s hilarious. He made a name for himself writing comedies about British nobility that portrayed them as outlandishly silly and somewhat lacking in intelligence. His Bertie Wooster (and his butler named Jeeves) stories are the ones he is most famous for.
What I didn’t know, until I read this book, was that he also wrote romantic comedy. I thought I was getting another rich-noble-gets-himself-in-trouble kind of story. Instead I got a story about a young girl who is not wealthy but has to work for a living and her well-meaning attempts to help everybody around her gain whatever it is that will make them happy.
This is not as funny as Wodehouse later books but it is at least as entertaining and a far sight cleaner than most of the ‘romance’ books that are written today.