laurehittle 's review for:

Uncle Fred in the Springtime by P.G. Wodehouse
3.0

Uncle Fred is barmy to the tonsils. Never trust him.

i do wish his nephew Pongo had fewer occasions to remark on his tendency to hug girls more than is required. And where Psmith looks on life as a game and doesn’t mind rewriting other people’s experiences to their face, Uncle Fred is *really* a danger to traffic and pedestrians. No wonder he’s not allowed at large. (But the ludicrously over-convoluted plot is all very tidily wrapped up at the end.)

i feel like i enjoyed Uncle Fred more the first time (aside from the handsiness). i think the incredulity of the first reading helps.