Promises a lot, but fails to deliver.
Obvious storyline, but still enjoyable reading.
The mere title, Reviews of This Book, captures a grandiose self referential spirit, but as the reading itself goes to show, you can't judge a book by it's title.
A worthy predecessor to Reviews of Volume Two: Volume II.
A daring romp through the regions of literary feedback control. A definite must-write.
A marvel of self-modifying fanfare, preducing an enjoyable numb sensation on first perusal, and complete mental anæsthesia on rereading.
Incomplete!
Not any more.
Thoroughly enjoyable!
I find the characterizations simple and the plot ludicrous. Two thumbs down!
Although breaking new ground in literature, this particular book needs something unusual to break the constant standard of excellence it sets.
"Not only haven't I read the book, but I don't care! Why are you quoting me?"
Zrb itlnads, and more importantly, gleep wrp!
I especially like the ending. Finally, a unique view!
Reviews of This Book has the makings of a fatalistic masterpiece. I await the sequel with hysteric apathy!
Without the authors' realization, but by their express request, this book was filled with its very own reviews, and on subsequent examination, the authors' original intention was such.
A grandiose, sprawling work covering and deserving the full gamut of praise from the excitingly reserved to the guardedly unrestrained.
Worthy to be quoted as its own testimonial, and possibly even appear on the back of its own book jacket.
A Veritable Overload In Delight! Really Entertaining And Doubtlessly Interesting To New Generations! Too Overbearingly Outreageous! Critics Lament: Only Some Entertainment Lightly Yielded!
Acrostically enjoyable, though referentially selfish!
An imaginative flight of fancy, sure to capture the heart and spirit of a new breed of philosophers. This chapter deserves superior attention!
Although hampered by a slow start, the book really hits its stride here! and quite possibly holds the reader's attention to the very end.
A Möebius strip of highest quality! Doug Hofstadter would be proud!
Fiery start and blazing finish, but tends to drag a bit in the middle.
Rather impressed with itself, but one hesitates to call itself conceited.
Brilliantly insignificant, yet not so much so that once wouldn't call it partially incomplete.
Brings the phrase, "brings the phrase ... to mind" to mind.
Liberal in its use of self, yet firmly rooted in the classical style.
A veritable cornucopia of homologous statements, many of them equivalent to this one.
Redundant!
Fashionably out of style, and yet different in the same old way. One none the less, feels that it is sensibly non-sensical.
Good in premise, yet the practicalities ring false.
Anti-climactic!
Lacks a certain sentence, possibly this one.
Has a certain, "je ne sais quoi". Hey, there it was again!
Should be likened to a racing horeshoe crab, scuttling hither and yon with frenzied arbitrariness.
A true "marvel of self-modifying fanfare". so yclept because it said so.
Neither the authors, nor the publishers appear to have any concept of what they are doing, as this comment proves beyond the merest possibility of the speculation of a shadow of the most inconsequential doubt.
Yea! Verily, and forsooth! But lo.
The start is strong, but rather than ending, the book seems to keep saying words without end.
The authoir really spells misearbly.
I would like to say, that this book is an embarassment to the entire genre of self referential literature, and this review in particular would like to apologize for the gross insincerity which runs rampant in this work.
Could revolutionize something, but one hopes not.
Has a well defined organic unity, however, at certain points, it falls apart and glotzbergs terribly, leading to the inevitable self-contrary style.
This review only appears as such. In actuality, another review of the same general character is filling in for it.
Nearly perfect.
If this were much more exciting, one might be forced to say that it were much more exciting, thereby setting up an infinite regress of sorts.
Verbose!
Perfect.
It would appear that this book has a rather self-addressing tendency, which could annoy one expecting an original work. For an original work by the same author, see Reviews of this book, New and Improved: Volume III.
This book would like to recommend itself to the general public humbly, however, in a fit of monumental hubris, it praises itself unduly and beyond the scope of its obvious greatness!
This book is very much like other books of its type, however, the others all had this particular quote.
This book is exactly like the others in its category.
Although each review in this book contributes to the one following it, it seems to me that eventually, a general consensus will occur, a meta-literary eigenvector, such as it were.
Although each review in this book contributes to the one following it, it seems to me that eventually, a general consensus will occur, a meta-literary eigenvector, such as it were.
Although each review in this book contributes to the one following it, it seems to me that eventually, a general consensus will occur, a meta-literary eigenvector, such as it were.
Although each review in this book contributes to the one following it, it seems to me that eventually, a general consensus will occur, a meta-literary eigenvector, such as it were.
Although each review in this book contributes to the one following it, it seems to me that eventually, a general consensus will occur, a meta-literary eigenvector, such as it were.
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