The plot is so accessibly segmented that you can just walk up or down the street, open whichever chapter and get your fix of crazy. I do recommend trying that with the audiobook.

No one writes male exasperation like you did, you amazing woman. In this madcap comedy, the characters are a bouquet of flavours, none more poignant than that of the logical mind confronted with constant, inventive, playful lunacy of the apparently sane!

"Would you object to her having a slight—a very slight squint in one eye?”
“Yes, I should,” said Sir Tristram. “Nor have I the smallest desire to—”
Miss Thane sighed. “Well, that is a pity. I had thought of the very person for you.”
“Let me beg you not to waste your time thinking of another! The matter is not urgent.”
She shook her head. “I cannot agree with you. After all, when one approaches middle age—”
“Middle—Has anyone ever boxed your ears, Miss Thane?”
“No, never,” said Miss Thane, looking blandly up at him.
“You have been undeservedly fortunate,” said Sir Tristram grimly.

A fist bump to this regency romance (not really, no one actually cares who the occasional Mary or Sue end up with anymore, not even the author - a result based on which I predict the satisfying imminent and permanent death of all soap operas)