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Overall, I cannot say that this is a good book on the subject of Hamilton artists. It's quite obvious from the very first chapter that the book is more conerned with the works of only two individuals, and neither of them are actually from Hamilton! One is a Burlington native and the other comes from Toronto. I was trying to find general information on artists who were actually from Hamilton. This book's title made it sound like that's what it was about, but the book's content was a different story and ended up leaving me very diappointed.

John Vornholt is a very two-faced star trek author, with the ability to produce ambitious and well written stories, while producing just as many naivé and brainless action adventures.

"Crossfire" is the purest example of the latter.

The main character is the drily portrayed younger version of Geordie LaForge, who works as a roadie for the Starfleet Academy Big Band, where the equally dimensionless younger version of Will Riker plays the trombone.

The book starts with the band traveling to a music competition on Pasifica, the much mentioned vacation planet of Starfleet officers.

The first half of this ridiculously short, but still overstrched story centeres around the question of the band winning or not, with tons of unnecessary and clumsy scenes filling the pages. The action begins as a bunch of Orios kidnapp the band.

Why?

Because they like the way they play, of course; no more, no less.

The band is taken to a planet where Orion troops are fighting as mercinaries in a war they've got nothing to do with, and the band is instructed to cheer them up. And of course the fighting begins just as they get there, leaving LaForge and Riker stranded together in the middle of a war zone.

Needless to say, the book has a discusting 'Happily Ever After'-ending, wich involves a lot of technobabble and a solution any reader can figure out aieons before the characters.

By the end of the book, I was truly perplexed by the question of how such a potential author could waste his time on something so utterly horrible.

I don't like so-called "romances" where the hero just about rapes the heroine, and then I am supposed to believe that they come to love each other. The hero takes the heroine's virginity because he thinks she isn't a virgin, and even though he starts the episode by forcing her, she begins to enjoy the intimacy. Yuck! Then, he makes an honest woman of her because it was the right thing to do. So, it would have been ok to start forcing himself on the heroine in an angry mood if she hadn't been a virgin? What an unlikable hero. This is supposed to be romantic? I was really disgusted by this whole thing. The hero was pretty much of a jerk, and the heroine a wimpette, but somehow I was supposed to believe that they were transformed by love into something honorable? I bought this book because I like reading about war-time romances. This was a huge disappointment. I threw the book away and won't bother trying any more by this author.

I bought the book as a primer for my wife when we went hitchiking through Europe. She did not read it but I did, the quality was less than average. The author describes his experience hitchiking as a few decades ago he went across the country that way, and none since then. This lack of experience resulted in many "Rookie Mistakes" which led him into avoidable situations. He presents a religous perspective on the activity in a very shallow way, with little significance. Non-religious insights were minimally addressed but even these were not thoroughly evaluated when presented. The actual writing style was simplistic and very redundant with much filler to lengthen the book. If you are looking for a how-to manual on hitchiking steer away from this, but if you are looking for a simple story with religious overtones and little mental effort to read, consider this a prime choice. I would recommend this to someone wishing to give elementary students a book on modern day good samaritans.

On receipt of this book I was reminded of the Spanish proverb "cheat me on price...never on product"

The content of this publication provides a useful shortcut to the dictionary. However, having paid ... for this product, I must stress my disappointment with the physical quality. It is poorly reproduced. Unless you can live with the imperfection of the reproduction, consider buying the non-professional addition of this book and save yourself a lot of dollars in the process.

I don't like this book at all. It seems very superficial in his judgment of many important fictionalizations about Jesus, as for example his coments on Kalhil Gibran's "Jesus, the son of man", wich is one of the most influential books of the sixties. He didn't consider expressions of popular culture about Jesus as the plays "Jesus Christ superstar" or "Gospel", but take others wich are obviously less important. Hamilton tries to put some humor on his comments but he does not look serious enough on his observations. Except for his chapter on the political narratives of Jesus, the rest is very simplistic, superficial and self promoted. I wonder if he take knowledge on other narratives of Jesus, as the ones on Dominic Crossan, Holger Kerstein, Frida Hassnain, Goetz, and many others who are currently working on other historical discoveries and points of view. Take only the Albert Schweitzer's book on the historical Jesus, and pointing out determinantly that all historical research on Jesus is at a dead end, seems outdated, very limited, and obviously ortodox and "modern". Finally, it's a very limited vision of what we all are searching now, the substance for the historical an the justification for existence of religion.

This so called biographer seemed to have one goal in mind: portray Scott Hamilton as a crazed lunatic. The book consists mainly of episodes that cast either Scott or members of his family and entourage in a bad light.

The author glosses over the years of work and obstacles overcome in order for Scott to make it to the Olympics. He harps constantly on his perception of Scott's 'shallowness' and also his bouts of bad temper.

I got the impression that this was written by someone who was disgruntled with Scott Hamilton. The author obviously had no respect for his subject.

Whereas the first book in this series, THE STAR GHOST, was at least readable, semi-likable, and understandable, this book is absolute rubbish. It makes a mockery of Bashir, a mockery of Jake and Nog, a mockery of the Bajorans, a mockery of the whole great show. This is not only a bad book, it is downright insulting. Stay away from this one.