Matthinkmaps is the book in an age when no one wants to flip open a book.
The mood of the book is not chocolatey but squeakily squelchingly squeamishly. It is highly devoid of literary suffocation.
It is the kind of book that turns Christmas into Halloween, then Halloween into the 4th of July.
Fed heavily by the authors obstcaletinate persona, this book smoothens the rough coffee dregs in your mmm…mug.