I don't laugh aloud when reading much - so have to check out the suggestions this week. Long ago while reading the Jeeves and Wooster Omnibus end to end I did laugh plenty. Other than that, it's mostly audiobooks which I listen to, to help me sleep, that work.
These were two laugh-out-loud funny Libravox selections:
"The Diary of a Nobody" by George and Weedon Grossmith.
"Stage Land" by Jerome K. Jerome.
I'm sure it was a combination of the writing, the reading, and the listener that did its magic.
But the last time I laughed aloud was of all things the first paragraph of a Sherlock Holmes mystery, "The Adventure of the Priory School":
We have had some dramatic entrances and exits upon our small stage at Baker Street, but I cannot recollect anything more sudden and startling than the first appearance of Thornycroft Huxtable, M.A., Ph.D., etc. His card, which seemed too small to carry the weight of his academic distinctions, preceded him by a few seconds, and then he entered himself -- so large, so pompous, and so dignified that he was the very embodiment of self-possession and solidity. And yet his first action when the door had closed behind him was to stagger against the table, whence he slipped down upon the floor, and there was that majestic figure prostrate and insensible upon our bearskin hearthrug.
As I reread it now, I wonder why it was funny enough to make me burst out laughing. Again just the chemistry of the moment, I guess.
The other day a friend of mine said that when she finds something funny in a novel it creates a bond between reader and writer. Same goes for other emotions, but laughter is special.
Really amazing how one human can transmit humour through years, across cultures, geography, surviving even translation. Ages ago some fellow typing away at his desk in Great Britain, a man now long dead, has made me in Canada in 2016, listening on my iPhone, laugh out loud, and with nothing but words. It's quite a gift.