It’s a couple of years old, but this is the most delicious hostile review I think I have ever read.
Any sane person who starts reading Godless will soon ask, Does Coulter really believe this stuff? The answer is that it doesn’t much matter. What’s far more disturbing than Coulter herself (and she’s plenty disturbing: On the cover photo she has the scariest eyes since Rasputin) is the fact that Americans are lapping up her latest prose like a pack of starved cats. The buyers cannot be political opponents who just want to enjoy her “humor”; like me, those people wouldn’t enrich her by a dime. (I didn’t pay for my copy.) Rather, a lot of folks apparently like her ravings — suggesting that, on some level at least, they must agree with her. And this means that the hundreds of thousands of Americans who put Coulter at the top of the best-seller lists see evolution as a national menace.