2.0

Starts at the halfway point:

The beginning was rather boring and it took me almost two months to actually get into this book. I also grew rather tired of Gladwell's enthusiastic discussion of "novel" and "original" points that "no one else will ever have considered before"... but that that I had already considered (excuse my self-conceit).
He then went on to be extremely repetitive, and repetitiveness is a euphemism for dullness.

However, Malcolm redeemed himself around the halfway point: this is where the stories got interesting, the characters more nuanced, and the conclusions interwove beautifully.

I essence, about halfway through was when I actually felt that this book was worth reading.