She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
As for literary criticism in general: I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel or a play or a poem is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split.
In old days books were written by men of letters and read by the public. Nowadays books are written by the public and read by nobody.
Thank you for sending me a copy of your book. I'll waste no time reading it.
What are American dry-goods? asked the duchess, raising her large hands in wonder and accentuating the verb. American novels, answered Lord Henry.