This was my next book after Brideshead Revisited, mostly because in one scene in Brideshead, Lady Marchmain reads to everyone from this book. I had to give it a go, and the fact that I could get it free on the Kindle didn’t hurt either.
It’s the diary of normal guy, total nobody, Charles Pooter. Love the name. He and his wife Carrie live outside of London, renting a house that has a garden that runs down to the railway, but they get used to it. The Pooters (heeee) get used to their house, making all sorts of repairs, some of them even needed. They entertain often, with friends dropping in regularly. Pooter loves to make jokes, although only he and Carrie find him funny.
Pooter is usually the butt of jokes himself, and he pretty much has it coming. Every time something good happens, something equally bad (or worse) happens to spoil it. But Pooter soldiers on, dealing with his troublesome son, nasty young clerks at work, and all manner of social mishaps.
The diary has many giggle out loud moments, and lots of cringe-worthy moments as well. It’s a quick read, and definitely entertaining, mundane, nobody stuff and all.