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The Mating Season
The Mating Season: (Jeeves & Wooster) | P.G. Wodehouse
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A Jeeves and Wooster novel At Deverill Hall, an idyllic Tudor manor in the picture-perfect village of King's Deverill, impostors are in the air. The prime example is man-about-town Bertie Wooster, doing a good turn to Gussie Fink-Nottle by impersonating him while he enjoys fourteen days away from society after being caught taking an unscheduled dip in the fountains of Trafalgar Square. Bertie is of course one of nature's gentlemen, but the stakes are high: if all is revealed, there's a danger that Gussie's simpering fiancée Madeline may turn her wide eyes on Bertie instead. It's a brilliant plan - until Gussie himself turns up, imitating Bertram Wooster. After that, only the massive brain of Jeeves (himself in disguise) can set things right.
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AmyK1
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Bertie is roped into a visit to Deverill Hall, a country house owned by friends of his Aunt Agatha. Once there he finds an over-abundance of aunts, several couples on the outs and himself impersonating Gussie Fink-Nottle. Thankfully Jeeves is there to set things straight and help everyone out of their trouble.

wanderinglynn I love Wodehouse! 12mo
AmyK1 @wanderinglynn So do I! I always save them for when I need something lighthearted. 12mo
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yoavshai
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#BookCoverChallenge
Day 296.
Here I will note 365 books (or as many as I will have before I get tired) that have shaped my taste in literature. No explanations, no reviews. Just the cover of the book.
I do not challenge anyone. You are all welcome to take part.

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mabell
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Quite possibly my favorite Wodehouse, though there's stiff competition for that honor. Bertie and friends get into a number of quandaries, and as usual, Jeeves solves the unsolvable with his great brain.

The hunting song over the port kills me every time. 😆

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Monicapillai

"At these frightful words, the spirit of the Wooster felt as if it had been sat on by an elephant. And not one of your streamlined, schoolgirl-figured elephants, either. A big, fat one" When I meet people who produce humour in the middle of crisis, I tie them to the old heartstrings with hoops of steel :)