I really enjoyed the story until I flipped to the copyright page where it states: "All characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious". I feel a little deceived and I am very dissapointed.

I read this book many, many years ago and found it to be well written, well documented and very convincing on the issue of life after death. Only the physical body falls... the Real Self continues to live on without the physical body. It was very comforting to learn that in violent accidents where death occurs, that the 'victim' is out of his physical body BEFORE impact, and therefore never feels any physical pain, despite the evidence of the grotesquely mangled car he was riding in, and possibly is still trapped in. Eye witnesses at the accident scene wince and imagine that horrendous suffering ensued, but none occurred. How refreshing to learn that. This is a book everyone should read.

This book, like many museum publications, is a waste of tree pulp. None of the authors can write and the ideas are weak to boot. As a written work, this volume is an awful waste of time, but the new John's images are rather nice.

The first major departure in Johns's work in years, these "bridge" paintings are sensational. Having seen the actual paintings in San Francisco, I can attest to the general fidelity of the printed images, although the scale of the finished pieces is so vast in comparison with the book that they loose a bit in the translation of the surface textures. Richard S. Field has written a well-reasoned explanation of some of the imagery, and Joachim Pissarro takes the interesting tack of tying the paintings references to some of Hart Crane's poetry ("The Bridge"). The work Johns has done is always extraordinary, and in some cases transcendant. It will be fascinating to see how these catenary images are absorbed into his work ahead. I recommend the book highly.

Well presented, nice design but too elementary for researchers and people wanting to know a "real introduction" to aquaculture. Lacks of minimal technical details such as longlines or rafts design.

The unusual part of this book, for me, was the Selection 73, "Jaspers on his Illness." (pp. 528-535). The surprising ending to the selection is:

The description of my illness must not give a wrong impression. I am not forgetting that all my suffering was truly alleviated. All the complaining and desperate phrases that I have reported here must be understood against the background of the fundamental situation: the certainty of being loved and of love itself. (pp. 534-5).

Jaspers was born in 1883, so the diary entries from 1903 and 1904 were his state of mind at the age of 20, and even later, he must have still been feeling like an invalid for the entry of February 15, 1907, when he was at least 24 and wrote "The future confronts me like a mountain which I cannot climb over." (p. 533). The greatest thing about his condition was, "I could do no military service." (p. 534). Being isolated from that might have actually helped him reach the aforesaid conclusion.

This would be an excellent book to teach young school age children about the ideals of patriotism and loyalty.

William Jasper was an immigrant to American during the 1700s. He became a soldier in order to earn enough money to support a wife. He was responsible for the building of Fort Moultrie on Sullivan's Island. During the American Revolution, Jasper was in command of the fort. The patriots were winning, however, a shot from the British broke the flag pole and the battle flag fell outside of the fort. Without this flag, the patriots would loose the battle. Jasper went outside the fort to retrieve the flag so that it could be flown.

Many honors came to Jasper during and after his life.

The deeper I got into this book, the more I disliked it. It is an invasion of privacy...of a person who has decided to try and remain as private and secluded as he can be (which, by the way, is his right to do). I did read with interest as she helped to unravel the complexity behind his paintings, but did not find any interest in her exploration of his deeply personal life. Besides, the author has a tendency to rant and ramble for whole chapters at a time, which I found tedious to say the least. I gave the book 2 stars because I did learn a few things about Johns. But I can't really recommend the book to anyone.

If you could just pick out some of the info it would be interesting; but her crude slant on everything was rather pathetic. It was like trying to see the big dipper thru a small crack in the wall of an outhouse.

Abandoned? That sorry father of his went to his mothers house and stole him from the playpen which was outside. Those men could do anything and get away with it. The grandfather literally ruled the town. Big Fish in a Wee town. That's the story I heard all my life and there was no reason for mama to lie--she was on the scene at the time. The snoopy author didn't talk to enough people.

The Roman World is an overview of Roman art and history (alot to cover in one book). Without a solid background in Roman history it is very hard to keep up with this book. Lots of gaps that a scholar might be able to fill in but I had a very difficult time piecing everything together. Not for the casual reader.

This is not a book on dinnerware - it's a book on pottery; the lowest form of food service next to the paper plate. There is no mention of the great china factories: Lenox, Syracuse or Pickard. The book should be renamed Diner Ware.

Whatever the motives were for Mr. Garrison in writing this book, they have been clouded by the appalling character of "Invisible Warrior."

The intentions of this particular book are subordinated to its clumsy and often off-putting style. It lurches from autobiographical details to heavily opinionated diatribes against pet hates of the author, amongst them communism and pacifism. At times it is almost embarrassing to read; the nature of its content reads like an overworked history text book fuelled only by fiery and unsubstantiated claims. The well-worn road of Vietnam War heroics is presented once more as a glorious venture by America thwarted only by the "back-stabbing" press and political peace agreements without any consideration of the whole Vietnam story. The style of the book is reminiscent of Hitler's own rantings in 'Mein Kampf' - couching opinion as fact, and delivering no real concrete evidence to boot.

Despite its claims, the book stands as an insult both to those who fought in the War and those who fought against it.