Humor for another time and place. I can see how this book (especially in its original, serial form in Punch) might be quite amusing—so many self-interested characters who, at the heart of it, are really only concerned with imagining their lives to be more interesting than they really are. In many ways, it's still relevant—humanity's desire for status and attention has only been exacerbated in an age of social media—but outside of Diary's Victorian, middle-class context, the daily reflections of Mr. Charles Pooter strike a far-less interesting chord now.

Sometimes, foolish comedies are just the thing to provide a light chuckle in lighthearted times; but... this year (2020) doesn't exactly fit that bill and foolish humor is rarely to my own personal liking anyhow. I prefer to read stories wherein the main characters are at least somewhat conscientious of their actions, well-meaning in their intentions, and reflective of lessons learned. This is not that sort of book, but it is perhaps worth reading if you enjoy books that examine their main characters through sarcasm (instead of sincerity).