I spend a lot of my day, for better or for worse, looking at this page (and naturally comparing against this one).

Sometimes as I scan through the mostly-all-too-familiar titles, there comes a blurring effect, and one title runs into another. The end result is generally gobbledegook, but every now and then, I get a you-got-your-choclate-in-my-peanut-butter moment: How to Get Rich Rewriting History or The New Science of Selling and Persuasion Against All Enemies. I'm looking forward to Bergdorf Blondes Reading Lolita in Tehran, and when Bill Clinton's memoir finally arrives, I know how I'd like to finish the title.

But when you get a put a strained graduation-gift standard with a lurid, ripped-from-the-talk-shows bit of panderbait, AND you get a rhyme in the bargain, the result is golden: Oh, the Places You'll Go!...On the Down Low.