As I expected, this book was delightful and charming. It was what a critic might call, "a delightful romp," although that's not phrasing I think I'd ever use outside of quotation marks. What I did not expect was that it many ways, the novel was Jane Austen turned on her elbow: a proper romantic comedy of miscommunications and misapprehended sentiment that ends happily in a marriage or three. Not that it's exactly like Austen, or a parody thereof, just that the kid gloves stay on, as it were, and that it's the same basic type of story, only tilted toward comedic with a ludicrous and not-quite-reliable narrator. What also caught me by surprise was that a lot of the humor hinged on the same gags that powered the classic sit-com. Specifically, that there was a whole lot of trying to trick people and go behind their backs to accomplish good ends, and then a lot of cringing when that went astray. Of course, Wodehouse came first, but still, this aspect was the stalest part of the book in my view.

Jeeves in the Morning was entirely worth listening to as an audiobook. The reader was quite good, and having the caricatured English voices of Bertie and Jeeves was entertaining to no end, old chap.

All in all I was charmed, and will certainly read some more Wodehouse before I am ready to retire.