I’m feeling really pleased right now with a review I just finished polishing. (Theoretically… in practice, I will probably keep futzing with it until it’s actually published.)
For me, reviewing is optimally a creative exercise. It doesn’t always work out that way; sometimes it feels more like a book report, and I don’t know who’ll be more bored, me writing it or the people reading it. But when there’s a lot going on in a book, it lends itself to a form of delicate revealing while concealing — or perhaps it’s concealing while revealing. Basically, showing an interesting emotional truth without getting bogged down in boring or spoileriffic plot details.
When I’m really on, I create a book review that I think gives some of the feel of actually reading the book. Or perhaps I should say, what the experience of reading the book was like for me.
Best of all — this book was a B, and I bloody well know it. 😉