Sadly, my library system has so few copies of these books that the refusal of one person to return their copy of "Ordinary Jack" forced me to start my latest reread with "Absolute Zero". It's a travesty, because the Bagthorpe Saga consists of some the funniest books that apparently not enough people have heard of. Cresswell is a master of farcical situations, brilliant at funny dialogue and wonderful at dry authorial asides. The Bagthorpes themselves are dislikable enough that it's easy to laugh at them while also being human enough that it's possible to occasionally sympathize. For the most part, their failures stem from good old-fashioned hubris. In "Absolute Zero" the family gets obsessed with winning write-in competitions sponsored by companies, in which you have to provide a slogan for their product or something of that nature. The problem is that for the Bagthorpes, any obsession is unhealthy by definition, and any activity immediately morphs into a fierce intra-family contest. Thus, it's not just that most of the Bagthorpes -- the exceptions are Laura, the weak-willed mother; Jack, the one child who is, as the title of the first book indicates, ordinary; and Grandpa, whom Jack takes after -- are convinced that their exceptional intellects will make winning these prizes a trivial matter: it's that they pursue this goal with a single-minded intensity and a determination not only to win but to win, by fair means or foul, more prizes than anyone else in the family. That the consequences of this approach will be catastrophic is easy to see. For instance, in '70s England a lot of such competitions could apparently be found on the wrappers of tin cans, so William (I think), the oldest child, has the bright idea of removing all the wrappers, thus securing to himself alone a bounty of potential prizes. This leaves the cupboard stacked with mystery cans, the contents of which are unknowable, which puts a crimp into meal planning. Naturally, nobody manages to win a Caribbean cruise -- the prize craze goes off after Uncle Parker succeeds in pulling off such a feat -- or anything of close to similar value, with the Bagthorpe who cashes in the most being Zero, Jack's dog, who is chosen to be the face of a dog food campaign. (Extra irony is derived from Zero being a decidedly stupid dog, one who couldn't even fetch a stick if thrown.) In the meantime, four-year-old Cousin Daisy, routinely unsupervised because everybody in the household feels that they have more important things to do than watch her, goes about destroying more or less as she pleases. And I haven't even mentioned Grandma, who likes above all being in the center of things, especially if that center includes an argument, the louder the better. Technically these are kids books, but anything this funny is bound to hold up really well, and I can read them now with just as much enjoyment as when I was 10 or 12: I recommend them to absolutely anybody without hesitation.