I first bought an early edition of this book (or perhaps a similar book) during my first trip to London in 1983, and for many years and several trips it was my bible...I was long past due to get a new version! This comprehensive and fairly thorough guide makes me wish I were in London now to visit some of the many bookshops I've missed on trips since (including the all-Doctor Who bookshop!)

"The Bookshops of London" is exactly what it sounds like: extensive listings of independent, specialty, and chain bookstores, with cross-listings so you can find the bookstore you want within the section you're reading. The editorial stance is fairly balanced and descriptive rather than judgmental (although Jackson seems a bit obsessive over the concept of the new Piccadilly Waterstone's superstore, and one familiar favourite shop of mine is described as "rather scruffy.") Addresses, phone and fax numbers, opening hours, and websites and email (where available) compliment the concise but targeted descriptions. An appendix lists shops by area (postal code) and in alphabetical order to aid in finding the right shop.

As comprehensive as this is, I'd love to see the nearest Tube stop added to each bookshop listing in the next edition--surely that's the quickest and easiest way to describe a bookshop's location! This small fault aside, this is an essential and comprehensive guide for the book buyer, collector, and bibliophile; no book-buying trip to London is complete without it. In no time at all, your own copy will be dog-eared and highlighted.

Jackson writes with authority on the forgotten African veterans of World War II.

This is, by far, most interesting and the easiest reading that I have done on the homeless. It is about homeless people living under the bridges in Los Angeles. Mr. Underwood constantly visits these particular people and actually spends some time living with them. He gets to know them personally, so he gets past their facades and their fantasies. He tells of their lives and the impossibility of ever changing their situation in today's system. His lack of judgment gives truth to the story. The homeless do try to change their lives, but as they take one step forward, they are thrown two steps back. Mr. Underwood documents this. He mentions people by their first names. As I read this book, I became very interested in a man he referred to as Larry. As I anxiously approached the end of this book, I was pretty certain that I knew Larry very well. As my husband of 4 1/2 years also read this book, he confirmed what I had suspected. We are both quite certain that my husband is the Larry mentioned in this book written in 1993. Larry and I met 10/93 at the Dome Village in Los Angeles and we married 12/4/93. Jackson Underwood mentions Justiceville as a homeless activist group in L.A. This is the group who opened the Dome Village on 11/5/93. Little did I know how much I would be rewarded for this volunteer work - Larry is the best gift the Universe could have given me! This book talks of the homeless people as the "just like you and me - but without resources" human beings they really are and the hopelessness they feel when they try to succeed using the "system". This is the only research book about the homeless that I have read that speaks like this about the homeless, about their particular lives, and about the reasons they cannot escape their homelessness - vs. numbers and statistics. I found a priceless treasure within the homeless in L.A. and I know many other treasures who are still there.

I've read several books in the past couple of years about bridging the gap between the different generations, and I have to say that this one is the most useful. It's written from an objective point of view, and so gives powerful "snapshots" of different types of congregations and how they are dealing with the generation gaps---some successfully, some not.

Instead of reading about someone else's cookie-cutter "fix-it program," I got a lot of ideas and insights that might work in my own congregation. I highly recommend this book.

THE BUFFALO WALLOW, A PRAIRIE BOYHOOD, by Charles Tennison Jackson (aka CT Jackson & Jack Tennison), is a much overlooked American classic. A memoir of his prairie boyhood, it was apparently written in 1952 (when Jackson was in his late 70's), then republished by University of Nebraska Press (Bison Books) in 1967. Copies are rare and should be treasured.

The Buffalo Wallow is a fond remembrance of Jackson's boyhood, growing up wild and "uncivilized" on the late 1870's/early 1880's western prairie farm/ranch of his Aunt Effie and Uncle Lige (presumably short for Elijah). Focusing on a two or three-year period when young "Chick" was "almost ten" to perhaps 12 years of age, this charming book's content, characters, style, and historical merit combine to equal anything Mark Twain put to paper.

Put into his Aunt Effie's care at age two when Chick's father leaves for parts and fate unknown (and his mother already dead),
the youngster grows to early boyhood with his slightly older cousin and confidante Ellis. They're poor, uneducated and overworked, but the boys grow up well-loved, well-fed, and
convinced they live in the "Center of America". Their days are spent avoiding work on Lige's newly broken farm fields, keeping out of Effie's way in the old sod house, conniving ways to escape the neighborhood's one-room schoolhouse, sleeping under the stars, and talking, scheming and contemplating
life's "mysteries" in their beloved buffalo "waller".

The buffalo waller is about the only piece of land unbroken by Lige's plows, a cool hideaway hollowed out in a corner of the family's treeless stretch of prairie. Here the boys squirrel away any piece of unwanted or unneeded treasure they can lay their hands on: a Confederate hat that Chick's legendary
"Colonel" father took off a rebel head while off winning the war, old muskets and coins, broken tools, and old "jeeografee" book.

It's that book that tells them the happen to live in the very Center of America, with roads leading in the four directions.
South leads to the ocean, North to the newly-laid railroad, West to "Californy" and Indians, East to the land of big towns, preachers and "politics". In turn, Chick and Eliis explore all four roads. Along the ways they meet up with fruit trees and rivers they never dreamed existed, run into a scraggle of "disappointing" Indians, come upon a "hanged man's rope" and a mysterious baby's grave, and run from a nearby town's brass band and Republicans' "too much excitement". There are also tail-bit dogs, old Texas longhorns, and real-life ghosts to learn from.

They have a little excitement at home, too, of a kind as wondrous as the prairie offers: courtship and a real live wedding, courtesy of their Aunt Effie's intrigues. Inspired by
a romance novel, the only book she's got besides her Bible, Effie is determined that shy, itinerant cowhand Earl Staley settle down and marry the only eligible female in the parts: a newly emigrated German girl the boys call "Miss Worsenever".

Peopled with characters like Earl's no-account cowboy friend Marion, old Mr. Gebauer and his German wife "down south" a bit,
mysterious "Rooshins" up north, and all manners of 1880's farm life and adventures, this book ought to be an American classic.
The Buffalo Waller is at once fascinating, charming and genuine
Americana, a priceless sliver of American history, written with the pure vision and heart of a boy who lived it.

O.K., this was written by my father, so I'm a bit biased. I have to admit that right off. But this is what you should know about my father: He was a humble insurance salesman throughout most of my childhood, and I had no idea he was ever involved in the Civil Rights Movement until I ran across a box of newsclippings while cleaning out our garage. Reading those articles, I was very surprised to find out he had a rather pivotal role in the movement, several years before my birth, but he never spoke of it. Maybe because he lost everything, defending the rights of other Americans. I asked him once, "Dad, why did you do it?" He answered me, "Because when God puts you in the right place at the right time, you do the right thing."

I know first hand the hardships of Byron Herbert Reece. The author has done a great job in conveying his life and setting somethings right about Hubs poetry.
Herbert Reece has inspired many of us who have had the privilege
of growing up with the knowledge that he was a part of our family. My mother was always so proud of him. Because of him it was instilled into us that we too might accomplish the art of writing.
Thanks Mr. Jackson for writing the book!!

I enjoyed this book eminsely. I started reading it because I had nothing better to do and couldn't put it down. When I had to return it to the library I swore I would check it out again. Two weeks later I couldn't find it. It has to be good because it is no longer one of the Davenport Library's Books to check out. I wish I could have been the one to buy it though. It had the reality of the world and the fantasy I love in books.

This book is hands down the best book ive read regarding Cahuilla place names and sites. This is a great book for anyone...but it especially applies to archaeology students.

The cover of my 1999 Michael Jackson's Single Malts calendar is different than the one pictured here; I wonder if the featured monthly photos are different as well. My calendar contains diverse presentations of excellent quality, beautifully arranged photographs depicting all aspects of Scottish single malt production. My question is, however, when will the 2000 calendar be available here? I write this as of 16 September 1999. Slainte Mhath!