Day Twenty Eight

P. G. Wodehouse, you literary genius, I bow down before you. How do you attract my attention so? How do you catch me by the collar and yank my straight into your writing, making my eyelids stiffen and my stomach hurt from all the laughter you cause? Tell me, Sire, how do you manage to keep me hooked book after book after book? How is it that I never tire of reading about a lost bloke and his quest for a fair one? How is it that old characters stay so young? How is it that I can say with utmost confidence that I wherever I go, one would find one of your books in my bag? You're writing has been my companion through my teenage years and will continue to keep me alive for decades to come.
You're immortal. Timeless. Infinite.
You're characters breathe life into you, and your stories breathe life into me.

"The Girl In Blue" tickles.