A review by pearseanderson
Your Wildest Dreams, Within Reason by Mike Sacks
2.0
Connection: the company I interned for this summer (Tin House) released this book when I was 13 years old.
I did not laugh for long stretches of this book. I was not laughing for so long that I soon looked up and tried to listen to how loud my silence was, and that told me to stop reading. I stopped on page 122, right before the one titled "Arse Poetica." I think this book is hard to do in a world of The Onion + Clickhole, pubs that I think Sacks worked for, but perhaps because of their diverse group of authors you get more variety of jokes: his turn to awkward male nakedness/sexuality feel flat for me constantly! Sorry.
I did not laugh for long stretches of this book. I was not laughing for so long that I soon looked up and tried to listen to how loud my silence was, and that told me to stop reading. I stopped on page 122, right before the one titled "Arse Poetica." I think this book is hard to do in a world of The Onion + Clickhole, pubs that I think Sacks worked for, but perhaps because of their diverse group of authors you get more variety of jokes: his turn to awkward male nakedness/sexuality feel flat for me constantly! Sorry.