I keep thinking that writing book reviews would be easy. I love to read. I love to share my opinions, at least in the matter of literary endeavors. I’m a decent writer. I should be able to write book reviews that people want to read. And yet somehow they all come out trite if I liked the book—I find myself initially using the same adjectives (clever, unique, frank, entertaining, fun). But I’ve written a number of what I think are fair-to-good reviews.

If I didn’t like the book, though, I won’t mince words. (Don’t bother. Not worth the effort.)