I really like Patton Oswalt. I've seen him live twice. I've thoroughly enjoyed his comedy albums. I've even sat through a couple of episodes of King of Queens, I like him so much. So I was really looking forward to reading this book of his.
I was disappointed. It's a rather disjointed collection of chapters, some autobiographical, some comedy bits, some random comics and poems and fake greeting cards. The best part of the whole thing, and I'm not just saying this because I live in Vancouver, is his essay on a rather horrible time he had doing stand-up in Surrey years ago. That part is really good. Get this book just to read it.