Now for the other half of my catching up...

I searched for WOK in general fiction but no such luck. So Tara picked one off the shelf randomly for me.
P.G. Wodehouse's "The Plot That Thickened" was the lucky winner. From the picture on the back of him, P.G. looks like a crazy old dude. So, naturally, I googled that shit and this is what I found:

http://wodehouse-bible.com/images/pg116.jpg

The story revolves around a complicated bid for marriage with other fun complicated subplots about a pearl necklace and work and some rather sinister fellows.

The main dude is Monty Bodkin. Monty Python is what I think of when I hear or read the name Monty. And this Monty has his comical moments. He's lazy, for one, and he's fallen in love with 'a beefy girl with large feet, who played on the All England women's hockey team' much to the dismay of a one Sandy Miller. Sandy is Monty's secretary who is head over heels for Monty but hasn't told him yet.
But
There was hope for Sandy
Gertrude's (the one with the bog feet) father Mr. Butterwick is requiring that Monty hold a job for a full year before he can marry his daughter. And, as mentioned, Monty is lazy so the chances of this actually happening were quite slim.

With a little bit of blackmailing, Monty manages to land himself a job with Ivor Llewellyn, a film tycoon from Hollywood. When Monty thinks he has the conditions filled after working for Ivan for a year.

Mr. Butterwick isn't much of a fan of Monty though so he does everything he can to put a stop to the marriage. And Sandy doesn't give up so easily either so she does her best to throw her wrenches in the wheels. There's also a problem involving Ivan's wife's pearl necklace.

I liked the way this one was written a lot better. It was a lot easier on the eye as well as being a whole hell of a lot funnier than any of the other books I've had so far this year. I would really suggest this one for a little bit of light weekend reading. It's not dense at all and the use of dialogue is quite fantastic in some spots. Or if you're not into Monty and gang, P.G. has written at least 75 other books with 3 collections. He's like the Nora Roberts of mysteries for old men I think.

Hahaha and looking at the picture on the back again, his glasses remind me of the gag old fart glasses we got my dad a few weeks ago for his 50th birthday.
As seen here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=168698&id=604610949#!/photo.php?pid=4389320&id=604610949