I mentioned my fondness for Sherlock Holmes the other day, and I have a similar fondness for Jeeves. Although the Jeeves books are jokier (lower body count lightens the mood, I guess) I think Jeeves is sort of like Sherlock Holmes would be if he was a valet.
I’ve been reading Carry On Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse on the subway for the last few days. Good fun – goofy characters and zany schemes, although I do notice that a lot of Jeeves’s schemes can mostly be summed up as Tell Some Lies. Still, you can’t argue with results.
Also, there may be a serious moral in this one – don’t be dependent on an allowance from an eccentric relative for your living. You can tie yourself into crazy knots trying to stay in their good graces.