I bought this book and was excited about being able to take it right home and play along to the Beatles recordings on my guitar. I opened up to "I Saw Her Standing There" and put on my Please Please Me CD and to my surprise and dismay the book was in a different musical key than the CD, way off! I'm assuming they did that to make the songs easier to play on piano, but it wasn't what I wanted. Disappointed I took the book back and then ordered The Complete Beatles Scores from Amazon. I've been much happier with that book.

Even though no one will probably read this, I feel I have to warn Holmes fans if they find this book and want to read it. I'll put it bluntly, it was very boring. I had to force myself to finish it, mostly because it was due back at the library soon. I have no idea what the author was trying to do writing this book, since it obvisously didn't get much attention. The book is not really a biography, he (Holmes) does not start out saying where he was born, in fact he never goes there but sort of skips to his childhood in the middle of the story to explain why he never talked about his childhood with Watson. Which isn't reason enough to read this book. Some things that annoyed me was the fact that the author tells us that "the woman" was actually a famous (or is that infamous?) prostitute; Holmes had never gotten married because the type of women he liked were of "a certain occupation." Holmes? Never! All in all a very bad, boring, and not worthy of Sir Author Conan Doyle.

Thomas represents itself fairly in this book. It gives you what you might expect given the painstaking chore of citing locations of over 1300 monuments & markers: "very general locations", in short, it will get you in the vicinity of a marker, but I would gather you could travel two miles on a road trying to find a marker location described as " West Conferderate Avenue" (I'm not kidding here). A very general road map with the names of main roads is provided on the back cover, but you get no other graphics what so ever, like a grid identification system (i.e. A-3, B-8, etc.), to get you closer than just the name of the road. This guide is good for determining/confirming IF there is a marker on the field for a specific regiment (say a distant relative, great-great grandfather) and where you can wander around to find it, but beyond this it will not save you alot of time or aggravation. Look closely at the Thomas description, it doesn't promise you alot, and you don't get a whole lot.

If you were looking for a deeper discussion of Symbian for Mobile Phones than the "Programming the Series 60 platform and Symbian OS", you've come to the wrong place. "Different" would be a more accurate word. Part of the problem is that it was put together by agglomerating works from various ( 18 !) authors. The writing style shifts from first to third person and back a lot.

The book rather briefly mentions Series 60 ( still the predominant UI among symbian-based smartphones ) and Series 80 ( Nokia Communicators ), and then moves on. All sample code provided by the authors ( downloadable from the books website ), is targeted strictly towards UIQ.

While the number of subjects covered( UI, file system, memory handling, Bluetooth, communications ) serve their purpose, the book just seems too haphazardly composed to be easily digestable. At least they did provide a few small applets which demonstrate some of the subjects ( strings, simple drawing ) covered, before they present their version of the classic Battleship game ( which in it's favor does implement a communication stack for multiplayer use ).

My ONE strong suggestion to the authors would've been not to ignore the Series 60 platform altogether. The last book for Series 60 left a lot of room for the authors of this book, to have tied the loose ends that the SDK leaves open, together.

Get your facts right, Mr. Biographer. Ravi Shankar is an INDIAN legend and sitar virtuouso; and not Bangladeshi as the author seems to believe (he notes this again in his brief interview with BBC, upon George Harrison's passing).

Makes you wonder how much else is accurate in the book !

Not worth a dime.

Rife with personal bias and the author's "opinions" on Harrison's life and work, as well as other subjects on which the author sees fit to comment, this bio is badly written, bears no touch of an editor's hand, and was not even proofread adequately. Conjecture replaces fact, and much of the book reads like a summation of previously-published articles and books. No new revelations are presented, and important facts and events in Harrison's life are given short shrift or omitted entirely. The few quotes from Harrison's intimates are old, such as statements Pattie Boyd made in the late 70s. Clayon also makes bare statements without any evidence, such as Harrison's having had a "drug addiction", which Clayson never supports with any facts or evidence. This is typical of this sloppy, amateurish mess. Chronology appears to not be Clayson's strong point, either. Worst of all is Clayson's bald statement, at the end of the book, that he simply doesn't like or respect certain [unnamed] persons in music -- and therefore either doesn't write about them or does so as briefly as possible. Eric Clapton thus rates a few paragraphs in this book, despite having been Harrison's friend for thirty years, and having played significant roles in Harrison's personal and professional life. Clapton, whom Clayson states is "overrated", is dismissed in a few sentences. Others only have their names mentioned once or twice. But musicians whom Clayson deems "worthy of respect" are mentioned time and again at length. This sort of naked bias is inappropriate in an allegedly objective look at Harrison's life and work. Clayson's opinions are unsound, his research absent, his writing laughable. While he posits himself as a music insider, in truth he appears to be someone desperately TRYING to be an insider, and attempting to use this book to gain Harrison's approval and respect. Bad form

The writer can be remarkably annoying as he is self-centered and opinionated about everything and everyone he writes about. Get past that. His facts aren't always right and the book is neither proofed nor edited well. Get past that too. This is an earnest attempt at biography of a subject who did not want to have any more writing done about his public or private life. The writer really tries to get inside Harrison's music and his world. He succeeds at going deeper into Harrison than most any other writer has ever done, however, and that is worth three stars. While lacking the insight and research into Indian sprituality found in Geoffrey Giuliano's Dark Horse (which has other faults that Clayson doesn't stumble into), he really applies himself to Harrison's solo recordings in a way that no other - to my knowledge - critic has done ever. When Harrison died (or disappeared), the lack of true critical review of his solo work (between 1973 and 1987 at least) underscored what Clayson had achieved. Which isn't to say that he does a great job writing about those many years of recordings, but he does give them an objective, honest and careful listen, putting them into the perspective of his full musical career.

this book was pretty bad.. IT had no story point and i think the things with the klones was stupid. But i gave it another star just because she is danielle steel , and she is the shizzel..hey we all make mistakes...

I purchased this item online, thinking it had an amusing premise. I've never read a Danielle Steel before and boy, I must say I was UN-impressed. The Heroine Steph is a limp-noodle divorced heroine with poor-self esteem who blames herself for ruining her marriage because she wears flannel night-gowns and doesn't shave her legs. (Please girl, come out to west coast some time)! The hero, Peter is a scientist who works at some vague bionics firm. When Peter goes away he sends his Klone Paul to keep Steph company, little realizing Paul would jump in the sack with Steph. Predictable antics ensue.

Okay, I was prepared to like the Klone and I. But I just couldn't. Steph was whiney, pushed around by her spoiled daughter, who acted like a brat and seemed incapable of taking care of herself (why didn't the older girl babysit the boy, rather than Steph having to hire a sitter all the time?) Paul was a conservative nothing with no personality. The only interesting character was the Klone, however the author wrote this character to be so 'over the top' that he wasn't enjoyable. Example: Typical Klone outfit: leopord skin leotard, silver lamee shirt, lime green pants, and high-heeled boots. In fact, the Klone dresses like a drag-queen half the time. Personally, I ended up finding that more interestign that what the heroine/hero were doing. What I couldn't deal with, was the author's attempts at humor, which I thought was quite sophmoric: Example:the Klone playing charades at a Christmas party spells out 'fart,' the neighbor's dog goes to the bathroom on the lawn, again and again, and this is thought to be so horribly hilarious that it must be mentioned several times.. I don't know.... This was just irritating. Very UN-funny. The heroines insecurities reach record-breaking levels with inner dialog singing just one note: "I loovee Peter....But does Peter....Love me....? I love Paul, but Paul is only a klonnnne....." I wanted to tear my hair out.

Overall, a cute idea which was horribly executed and inflicted on the poor readers.

The Klone and I is not your typical Danielle Steel love story, where the heroine has a perfect life, something really terrible happens to her, and then true love solves all the problems. In fact, I found this more to be a satire about our ever-expanding technology. It is about a woman who's boyfriend has to go away, but sends a man who looks exactly like him. However, he dresses much differently (bad disco fashions) and acts on desire more than common sense. The rest is hard to remember (haven't read the book in years), but I remember enjoying it very much for it's satirical context and good first person narration. However, I must give this book 4 stars because the satire really fails to state a point the way satires like George Orwell's Animal Farm do. However, this book is far from boring.

This is a mindlessly bad book, I'm only giving it a generous 2 stars because of the chapters on George's solo career. Amazingly, George has yet to attract a quality biographer or someone who will put in diligent research to capture his essence and character. Shapiro conducted one (you read it correctly) interview and has no understanding whatsoever of the Beatles or their incomparable history together. The errors are contiunous throughout, some of the minor, some of the them not, but their collective weight dooms this travesty.

Everything in the book up until 1970 is merely re-hashed from previous, superior, Harrison biographies. There's nothing new, no novel analysis, nothing. The same trite stories we've heard since 1963 are repeated, with the mistakes intact. Shapiro does improve somewhat after the Beatles demise and George's solo career is not glossed over. Still, there is an absence of any depth throughout. What did George think of Lennon's assassination, how did that tragic event unfold in George's mind? You'll get no answers here, except to say George was paranoid about his security after 1980. What about George's relationship with Clapton after Eric married Harrison's ex-wife, Pattie? Again, nothing.

George Harrison was one-fourth of the greatest musical group in the history of man. That alone makes him a compelling subject, but you'd never know it from reading this dismal book.

George Harrison (1943-2001) was my favorite Beatle, and because he spent much of his life "trying to hide from us" (p. xi), few would disagree that he was also the most elusive Beatle. In the first biography published after Harrison's November 29, 2001 death, Marc Shapiro attempts to "discover the real George Harrison in all his varying shades of light and dark" (p. xi), but it don't come easy.

Shapiro's 205-page biography of "The Quiet Beatle" manages to follow Harrison's life from his birth in Wavertree, England during World War Two (p. 13), to his obsession with guitars at age twelve (p. 21), to his first encounter with Paul McCartney at the Liverpool Institute, where they were both students (p. 23), to joining the Quarrymen with Paul and John Lennon in 1958 (p. 28), to playing music to Hamburg audiences of "drunken sailors, street thugs, prostitutes, and college students" in strip clubs as the Beatles (pp. 37-8), to the Beatles' first visit to America in 1964 (p. 55), to his marriage to model Pattie Boyd in 1966 (p. 72), to his first LSD experience (pp. 69-70), to his search for spiritual enlightenment in India, to the "growing personal and legal entanglements" that brought the Beatles to an end in 1970 (p. 93), to losing his wife, Pattie, to his friend, Eric Clapton (p. 111), to the Concerts for Bangladesh in 1971, to his affair with Ringo's wife, Maureen, which led to the breakup of Ringo's marriage (p. 121), to Harrison's bouts with drugs and depression (p. 136), to his marriage to his "soulmate," Olivia Arias (pp. 147; 159) and the birth of their son, Dhani in 1978, to the 1999 knife attack that punctured his lung (p. 190), and to his unsuccessful fight with cancer. Ultimately, however, Shapiro not only fails to bring his subject to life in this book, but he also fails to reveal exactly what made Harrison tick, the two requirements for a good biography. Isn't it a pity.

To be fair, Shapiro's book is very readable. Although Harrison's fans will undoubtedly find this biography interesting, they won't find anything new here. My real criticism of Shapiro's biography, however, involves his inadequate research. He acknowledges that "no Beatle was . . . interviewed in the writing of this book." Nor did Shapiro interview either of Harrison's wives, his siblings, or friends in writing his book. In fact, the only person Shapiro interviewed was musician, Delaney Bramlett. "The real story," Harrison once said, "is the one that only we can tell from our point of view, and we know all the little intimate details" (pp. 179-80). Much to my disappointment, the "real story" of George Harrison isn't told here.

G. Merritt

My favorite part of this book is the word *guitar*, which is closely associated with the name George Harrison in the George Harrison Discography on pages 212-231. The Discography actually starts on page 207, with his solo albums in 1968, 1969, 1970, "The Concert for Bangladesh (1971)," 1973, 1974, 1975, 1976, 1979, 1981, 1982, 1987, "Traveling Wilburys: Volume One (1988)," 1989, 1990, and "George Harrison Live in Japan (1992)." There was no need to mention that he played guitar on those albums, or in the famous Beatles group before that, because almost everybody thought that mainly he was there to play guitar. There were a few surprises for me after that: "James Taylor (1969) George sang harmony on the song `Carolina on My Mind,' GOODBYE Cream (1969) George co-wrote and played guitar on the song `Badge.' " (p. 212). Somehow I never noticed that on DONOVAN RISING (1973), "George wrote a verse for the song `Hurdy Gurdy Man' that was not in the original version of the song." (p. 220).

Most of the things that I remember from the book BEHIND SAD EYES were events in the personal life of George Harrison that I hadn't thought much about before. The thing about George and Pattie, Pattie and Eric, with George thinking, "I thought that was the best thing to do, for us to split, and we should have just done it much sooner. But I didn't have any problem about it." (p. 110). In a society that tunes in mainly to the psychological needs of each individual, that kind of thinking is much easier for a writer to identify and portray than the kind of temper exhibited by Ringo after George started singing love songs for Maureen one night, when Ringo and Maureen invited George and Pattie to their home for dinner, and "Pattie, totally mortified at this latest embarrassment, burst into tears and locked herself in Ringo's bathroom." (p. 121). There is no index, and the chapter titles are not much good at locating particular incidents that you might be interested in, but the book is a guide to how certain people see life, and the media have grown on a need to find this kind of information.

If you've looked at this book and you think it's complete - you're right - it's completely wrong. Many of the songs have incorrect tab and chord listings. I have compared many of the songs in the book to how Harrison plays them in the Concert for Bangladesh and the chords are definitely wrong. If you're looking for George Harrison guitar tablature that is correct don't buy this one.

Don't buy this book. The chords and notations are incorrect. If you have seen the Concert for Bangla Desh you will know the song My Sweet Lord is incorrect. Songs like Here Comes the Sun are difficult to read. If you are looking for George Harrison guitar tab find another book!

Don't waste your time or money on this one. The book attempts to portray essays on the lives of strippers. The stories are not only dry and boring, but they're repetitive and all the same. I was totally disappointed in this one.

the book is much like the published review here. dragu actually has little to say throughout the book, what she says usually doesn't have too much impact. the part with the cops is a rather scary portrait of the law and the best part of the book, in my opionion. the rest of the book doesn't really answer all the questions one might have about strippers and their work. it takes a view of society as a whole and makes wild statements about society's sexuality/repression of sexuality and how this all relates to stripping. none of the theories are original and not much new is said about them. it also took an overly sympathetic view of the stripper, to the point of condescending the poor little women in the middle of the moral storm. i did read the book quickly as it's short, but i can't say i agreed with the tone or the way it's information was presented. i had no revelations reading this book, it was a lot like someone's college thesis.

Here is the entire book, quickly summed up:

* Fill in these many, many "worksheet pages" * Work with experienced persons to get experience * Fill out some more checklist worksheets * Thanks for your money

PLEASE do yourself a favor, and get a WBT book in which the author acutally is a Subject Matter Expert, and not someone out to take your money and provide obvious advice.

Too fluffy - Not enough meaningful conten

This 300+ page book could easily have been 150 pages. Furthermore, he spends entirely too much time in the evaluation process. If you're looking to jump into web-based training design, this book's not for you. Too much preliminary analysis chocked full of theory from basic educational classes. The first 200 pages are a repeat of what I learned in educational classes for a degree in training and technological education. If you're a beginner, then this book could give you an overview of the complete thought process of deciding whether or not you need training. In fact, he almost tries to talk you out of training, but instead to try other alternatives first. If you've already made your mind up and need an expert book on the subject, this book is NOT for you. He readily admits that he has never done WBT!?! Designed more for academia and as a student workbook. I was looking more for a book that would detail the pro's and con's of WBT and distance learning from an expert doing it. It isn't until page 252 of 350+ that he begins talking about WBT (never mind he hasn't done it). He then spends less than 50 pages on it. Disregard all of the Web-based hype that you read on the back cover and in the book synthesis from the publisher.