This book was fun to read, but I had a hard time with some of Bloom's arguments. It often seemed he came at a subject from limited perspectives, or didn't try to stray far beyond his box. For example, there was clearly not a lot of talking with women in preparation for this book. Bloom had some really interesting experiments with babies and toddlers, but I think he didn't actually try to think like a child -- at one point he says that children don't create art with the intention of gaining advantage with their parents over siblings, but what kid with a contentious sibling relationship hasn't made a parent a gift to try and take the spot of "favorite"? Clever, but not too clever.