P.G. Wodehouse’s Honeysuckle Cottage is such a wonderfully Wodehousian ghost story - funny, witty, perfectly paced.

A writer who pens exclusively hard-boiled detective fiction - who also happens to be a very committed “confirmed bachelor” - finds himself trapped in the ghostly narrative of one of the gushingly sentimental romance novels he so utterly detests. He’s horrified as he’s called on to tend a waifish young lady who is knocked down by a car outside his house, and exasperated as he’s forced to rescue a dog from some dangerous rapids. The horror continues as an older guardian appears to provide a third in the evolving love triangle that our hero is being drawn into against his will.

I am begging: someone please write a version of this story with all the trappings of modern bestseller romance fiction. I’m thinking werewolf lumberjack sugar daddies, billionaire ice hockey players, CEOs who are also minotaurs who run small town bakeries.