I just wrote a bad book review.
I really didn't want to write a bad book review, but honestly, the book was not good. Oh, no. I tried to be charitable, but it was hard.
Luckily it's highly unlikely that I'll ever run across the author in the course of my career. Still, I feel...unpleasant...and yet strangely powerful...yes, powerful...knowledgeable.... I can feel my own authority growing, seething beneath the surface.... Oh, but I feel bad for the poor author, because it really isn't a very nice review.
I'll reread it tomorrow and see whether I can't soften it up a bit.