It was almost impossible for me to get through some parts of Robert Louis

Stevenson’s “Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes” because I kept exploding

and weeping with laughter. It was even messier when I tried to read bits

aloud to my husband, who had to sit there blinking impatiently and wondering

when my rictus would pass. As I couldn’t bear not to share my joy, I kept

sputtering, “Wait, wait, you’ve just got to hear–” and then folding over

again, unable to finish my sentence.

Naturally, I recommend it. It’s not a laugh riot all the way through, but

the funny bits are spectacular.