There are far too many books that preach to the converted. But the appeal of Not In My Name is that it doesn't take sides. Well, of course it does - nearly every page is crammed with superstrength opinions. But it certainly doesn't play it safe. Everyone who reads this book - left, right, gay, straight - will find their own particular hypocrisies glaring back at them. Like a good rant with the best kind of drinking buddies, while I certainly disagreed with Burchill and Burden more than a few times, I finished the book grateful for having my (green, lefty, white, middle class, straight) assumptions about the world challenged, and the evening - to stretch the metaphor - definitely finished with high fives outside the kebab shop. On some issues I came away with my own convictions stronger in defiance of theirs, but on others they convinced me the world isn't quite the way I might lazily have assumed it was.