This book was funny, quick witted, and I couldn't fucking get into it all.
The author talks about being dead on the inside giving him a good poker face. He talks about the type of people who play poker in a comical and clever way. Underneath it all though it's a book about poker and I really couldn't get into it. Something about the vagueness in the actual narrative made what was going on hard to follow. It was funnier more so when he was explaining things. But as it is with most books the point was the plot. When the plot is buried in witticisms and sarcasm so heavy it adds weight to the physical being of the book, it's not longer fun to read. It's just an explosion of thoughts on the page in a disorganized manner that isn't fun to try to keep up with like I Never Met a Story I Didn't Like was. I want to try this author again, just maybe not this book.
Would I re-read it: Nope.
Would I recommend it: Yes, if you are an avid and invested poker player.
Am I going to keep it: Nope.