This is yet another book of Jeeves and Wooster stories, old favorites all
of them. It’s notable for having two unusual stories: the tale of how
Jeeves first came to be Bertie Wooster’s valet, and a tale (the only one,
so far as I know) told from Jeeves’ own point of view. I remember when I
first read that one–it’s funny, but it’s also a bit of a shocker. You
get to find out what Jeeves really thinks about his employer, and the
lengths to which he’s willing to go to maintain the status quo. He
really doesn’t have Bertie’s best interests at heart.