About this awful book, it must be also said that it was written at a time without political correctness, and whites didn't care then about what we African would think about their hate against us. (and they never believed we "savages" would ever also be able to read their books.) So this is why it is important you read this awful book and see clearly how much Christianity hates us and is used by white to control, enslave us. You will never hear missionary and priests say this so clearly nowadays. But Christianity in its core has not changed and remain the imperialistic, hateful, killing religions and cultures that is exposed in this book by a Christian pastor who is not ashamed of his hate and exposes the Christian plan to murder the African soul.

I found that book in a library. Oh, how can I say it. It is just pure, I really mean pure, hate! Oh. My copy is a reprint (1969) at "Negro Universities Press, New York"! No joke, even the name of the publisher is hate. But the book was written in 1892. It was a time where whites didn't bother hiding demonic schemes. The man thinks that all that is African : religions, races, cultures, languages, etc. is subhuman, he thinks we have the soul of a beast, and that our soul must be destroyed and replaced by white religion, culture, language, and the white race (sending white colons to replace our race.) And he explains how to do it. Man, don't think man that all those missionaries, priests and pastors love you. This book makes it clear : they came to murder our soul, thus murdering us. Agents of God or of the devil : that book answers the question! Man, you may wonder why I read this piece of s..., of pure hate, but if we want to heal and recover our religions, languages, races and cultures, we have to know how it was killed, what was the demonic scheme behind it all. Brothers, if you read that book, it will hurt you, it took me some time to recover of this confrontation with the spirit of the white Christian missionary, colon, globalist, capitalist. Only read it if you have to and are strong enough to look at the heart of the devil.

I wish I would have read the previous review before buying it. All I needed was some general information (structure etc.) on how iostreams work and this book did little for me. I do not recommend it to anyone

Actually, zero stars

I had high expectations for this book but was utterly disappointed. This book has not had even elementary copy editing performed -- I found *hundreds* of typographical and technical errors -- and the writing style had short, simple sentences that was maddening to read when compared to the wonderful writing of (say) Stroustrup. The authors have chosen a graphical model to represent class hierarchies that I have not seen before and found very hard to visualize, and their "introduction" to inheritance and class construction was disorganized and confusing (a new C++ user would be lost). Their description of manipulators was cursory and disappointing, and their real examples later in the book didn't seem to use any extended ones.

Some of their code examples have merit -- notably communications ports -- but the technical material surrounding the code was bug-ridden (all the the RS-232 diagrams had mistakes, for instance).

The Stroustrup *chapter* on iostreams was much better than this whole book, so I cannot recommend this book to anybody. I'll be sending mine to the authors with my markups in the hope they fix the bugs, but even without the bugs it was a terrible book.

Serious Bronte fans and scholars will find little to recommend this book. Hughes plays fast and loose with the facts in order to create what is essentially an unflattering portrait of the Bronte sisters and an overly romanticized view of the drunken Branwell. Included is a tasteless section on Emily's sojourn as a teacher at Law Hill, where she finds that all the teachers and students are involved in voracious lesbian activity. Her homophobic musings are decidedly unpleasant and do not ring true to what we know of Emily, who was considered "mannish" and would probably have been more sensitive (if not appreciative) of unconventional behavior in others.

Even worse is Hughes' trotting out that tired old saw about Branwell being the real force behind Wuthering Heights. Winifred Gerin and other reputable writers have put this manufactured "mystery" to rest time and again. Hughes should know better.

If all of this were not bad enough, the writing is in a pedestrian style that is highly off-putting. I couldn't recommend this book less. Those who would like to read a fictionalized account of the Brontes should seek out Lynn Reid Banks' Dark Quartet.

This "solutions manual" only offers answers for every fourth question. The most painful part is that the so-called solutions are merely the answers from the back of the text book put into complete sentences; there is NO additional instruction.

Unfortunately, Amazon does not offer any way to properly rate this waste of money.

This book is so pathetically minimal that I award it...1/10 of a star. (It may be useful in starting a fire in your fireplace...maybe). DO NOT WASTE YOUR MONEY ON THIS SOLUTION MANUAL! It only includes about every other odd solution, and most of the time, it shows just the (often incorrect) answer. The worst part is, that same answer is usually in the back of the textbook! It is definitely not worth even $5.00, so save your money!

On the first few pages, it becomes evident that the author of this book never met Howard. This work is by the ranch-hand that tended some of his massive holdings in Nevada. Part of the book is about the procedures to build fences and handle animals.

If you're a serious collector, the most interesting part of this is how the disposition of the land was handled after Howard died, and how the many purchases tie in with the scams covered quite thorougly in other books -- that Howard's cronys bought land under Howard's name without his knowledge at vastly inflated prices. The agents supposedly split the price inflation with the cronys.

Really, Really, weak otherwise.

OK, I didn't read the real book. I got the abridged cassette out of the library because I thought it might be fun. Who isn't interested in learning more about the "real" Howard Hughes, he of the legendary germ phobia and foot long fingernails. His ex-wife, Terry Moore, has teamed up with Jerry Rivers,more than likely a reject from The Star or National Enquirer, to come up with a trashy expose that belongs in the annals of the truly tasteless. Do we really need to hear repeatedly about Howard's throbbing member (I'm using these words because I don't know if reviewers are allowed to use the slang vulgarities used by Moore routinely), or starlets doing things to him that Monica did to Bill behind closed White House doors. Not to mention how she describes the wiles Bette Davis and Katherine Hepburn employed to keep Hughes interested. Thank God Davis is gone, and Hepburn too old to care. All of this squalor is delivered by Moore in a peppy (and loud) harangue reminiscent of a high school cheerleader. What was anyone thinking when they released this lemon? And how does Moore know enough about what went on behind closed doors to quote dialogue? Was she in Bette Davis' bathroom when the great Davis emerged from the bath like Venus on the half shell to unbuckle Hughes pants and ...? You get the idea. Save your money and cling to your own image of Howard Hughes. It has to be less demeaning than the one presented here.

The book advertises to be an instructional guide to track and field. I found the book to be overpriced and elementary. The information was too basic and did not include any detailed instruction. I would not recommend this book to anyone.