Occasionally, I see a bit in a review that makes me think, "Gah! I wish I'd written that myself." Perhaps it's quite thoughtful, maybe funny, concise and oddly fitting. This sardonic bit from the New York Times review of The Gargoyle (Andrew Davidson) made me giggle:
The lovers in “The Gargoyle” have the intimacy of roommates who hook up when they get drunk, not a time-defying passion.
I can picture it, can't you?