We found this book virtually a copy of the Claris manual in it's content. If Claris confuses you, then this book will confuse you in exactly the same manner.

Very limited information about anything. Reads more like a newspaper article. If the author knows anything about flea-markets, she has kept it a secret.

I expected this book to be better. To be fair, Emerson tried, yet her efforts and results are mixed. Jo's character, in many ways, was not faithful to Alcott's Jo in the orriginal, and in many aspects Jo seems to young to be 15. A mixed effort/result. I would reccomend trying the Portraits of Little Women instead.

I had never read a romance novel before Missouri Magic, and about halfway through this tedious, graphic journey of exceedingly unlikable characters, I began to understand why. This book is poorly written, historically inaccurate, and sickeningly graphic. The plot is anything but original. Beautiful, wealthy orphan Celesta Montgomery surrenders--body and soul--to heart-stoppingly handsome, mysterious bad-boy Damon Frye. The characters are terrible. Celesta is boring, rude, and the authoress makes a failed attempt to portray her as "feisty." Damon is what no person would want as their hero. He peeps at old ladies in the middle of the night, drove a young girl to suicide years ago, and blackmails Celesta into a little tryst in the cellar, and then blows her off like a little girl. Oh, and he stole her underwear. The author, Charlotte Hubbard, seems to have done little or no research for this horrid piece of literature (and I use the term loosely). The word "damn" is used on nearly every page, and I doubt if people actually used the term "pee-pee" in the late nineteenth century. And of course, the term "crush" did not come about until the twenties. Ms. Hubbard seems to have gotten to about the seventh-grade English level in school (she seems not to be able to refer to Celesta's two aunts, Justine and Katherine, as anything but the "spinster aunt" and the "younger aunt", to which she makes a reference on nearly every page), and neither does her editor. There are too many beyond-graphic love scenes, that would make anyone cringe, to count. I lost what little respect I had for Celesta's character in the first love scene, which seemed wholly inappropriate, due to the facts that it came early in the book, and they barely knew each other. And, amidst the 384-page horror that it already is, lies a murder mystery. One that makes you yawn with every turn of the page. It is an insult to the readers' intelligence to think that we aren't capable of figuring out who the killer is by the time we realize that this is the direction the author chooses to go. Patrick Perkins, the rich, spoiled, supposedly pompous friend that is in love with Celesta, the antithesis of Damon Frye, and therefore someone we aren't supposed to like, I found the most delightful and likable character of the whole boring lot. He's not the best character in literature, naturally, but I couldn't help but find myself rooting for him, just because our "heroes" didn't like him.

I began reading Missouri Magic as a joke, and it soon turned into a joke gone too far. I don't know why I kept turning the pages, reading on. It didn't provide a cheap thrill nor a classic love story, I suppose it was just something anyone can laugh uproariously at, though it's not a comedy. Missouri Magic, I must say, is a disgrace to literature and a pornographic portrayal of life as it was in Hannibal a hundred years ago, and I cannot find myself understanding how anyone on earth would find this fire-feeder entertaining. Sure, Missouri Magic is fine for one who wants a good laugh on a rainy afternoon, but I wouldn't want to waste two pennies on it, let alone five dollars. The bottom line is, I would never, under any circumstances, ever recommend this book to anyone, even my worst of enemies.

Despite what the detail page says, this book is mystery, not history!

Nutrition (Annual Editions) is published each year in the spring, the latest being 98/99. Although containing some up-to-date information, the science of nutrition changes much too quickly to trust old information. It's newest edition is a good book for a classroom.

This book, although it gives some examples of typical Saint Bernards, often depicts very poor examples of the breed. In fact, one photo of "Saint" puppies are actually Boxer puppies. I would suggest any other Saint book. We have been breeders of Saints for many years and are St. Bernard judges so we would like people to see and read correct info when investigating the breed.

Sick. I really didn't enjoy this book. As disgusting as the whole 'kissing cousins' theme was, the worst thing about this book was how boring it was. The main guy's wimpishness was only surpassed by the main girls. The plot was wishy-washy, to say the least. As much as I usually like Charlotte Lamb, I cannot recommend this book.