Most reviews fall into one category - half-hearted, impersonal, shallow, "objective", and non-confrontational in their views.  Authors tend to be happy about this - since at least they're getting some advertising.  Readers tend to be happy about this - since they're not required to engage.

But then there is another category.  In The peculiar genius of Thomas L. Friedman, you don't find the trite and polite review described above.  And you can feel the pain of having to sit through 473 pages of this, and the fear that this might be something he'd have to be subjected to again.

And next door, you'll find a simple statement - that there isn't always just so much to choose between when looking at the best.  That there are clear winners.  In THERE IS ONLY ONE GAME OF 2006 (if only it were that only this title was capitalised, but it seems that's just how the site shows headings...), we can now feel the passion of someone finding something that's changed their lives.  (Admittedly, we can't be sure of whether it has been for the better.)

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