I’d like to say “any by P.G. Wodehouse.” However, to be perfectly honest,

the most I ever recall laughing while reading a book was for Portnoy’s Complaint. I was really young, and doubt would have the same reaction now,

in the maturity of wisdom; but back in 1969, it near killed me with

laughter.

So far as my own laughter-list is concerned, in fact, little Alex Portnoy is

holding his own, up there at No. 1.