Review: This Review

At first this review started out strong. It led with a bold and clear voice. I found myself captivated by the narrative, which seemed to draw the reader in with it's brilliant mastery of the written language. Such terms as "entranced by the subtle illustration in his colorful narrative" and "surprised at the depth of emotion he expressed in such a fact filled piece" led me to believe I knew what I was talking about.

Once I was through the first paragraph, I was dazzled by the simplistic intro into the second. It was as if I dared to say out loud to any who would hear me "watch me carry this out as longer than you'd think possible!" There were twists and turns I hadn't seen coming, but I thought surely this would have to be the end. There was certainly no way I could continue this into a third paragraph.

A joke is a joke I thought as I began the third. By this time I was beginning to feel it was a bit pretentious for someone to write a review of the review they were working on. Who did I think I was? You can't create an Escher like stairway for a narrative. How could this review possibly have thought to succeed? To be honest I was starting to get a little disgusted with myself.

The final paragraph caught me by surprise. I had honestly thought it would have ended by now. It wasn't like I was bored or didn't have any better ideas to work on. I did in fact have many other things I could be writing. Yet I persisted. I found myself rereading this sentence. I found myself rereading this sentence. At last I decided this madness was sufficient and could end. I sat back thoroughly pleased with myself.

9 out of 9