Dr. Turner's book is nothing but an attempt to get published. It lacks any innovative steps to getting into college. The sole purpose of the book is to state the obvious. Instead of spending money on this book, ask yourself the question: "How do I get into college?" When you answer yourself, you will have the content of this book.

This thin, superficial book isn't *bad*, but it doesn't tell you anything you don't already know. This book is a waste of time and money if your common sense alone tells you to relax and be prepared with questions during the interview and to do your apps and essays neatly and carefully. Look elsewhere for *really* helpful insights.

If you're looking for instruction on writing poetry I suggest that you stop looking and start writing. The only instruction I've had on writing poetry was while taking an introductory writing course in college. I left that class with many questions, the main one being: "What is poetry?" I wasn't necessarily looking for a direct answer, but nonetheless wanted something concrete to go with. I have since taken an occasional stab at it and have come to realize how futile it is to try and answer such a question. When I have been lucky enough to write a successful poem there is no way of explaining how I did it, I just knew that it was right. This book attempts to give some guidance on the art of writing (mainly poetry), when really it should be titled, "Writer's reflections on writing" as most of the so-called teachings are just recounts of the process itself or a product thereof. Some people may argue that this may be of value, however they are wrong. If you've never tasted salt and you want to know what it tastes like, don't ask somebody what it tastes like- taste it yourself!

In this lusty tale of cape cod's lush countryside, Thoreaumanages to do everything wrong! I give it a two only because ofThoreau's thorough description of a beaver frolicking in a pond.

Chasm is one of the most difficult books to read that I have ever come across. But this is not due to it's subject matter, rather the way in which it has been written.

The book recalls the account of a stroke sufferer and his return to some semblance of a normal life after almost losing his mind. However, while reading the book, I really felt like I was losing my mind. Sentences have no cohesion, and words seem to be completely mis-used. It's almost as though the author is contiually trying to impress the reader with his vocabulary - but he never gets it quite right.

The book often wanders from one subject to the next, with the author starting to tell an anecdote, which when it look's like it might get interesting, sways into a long winding road which is very difficult to follow and ultimately doesn't go anywhere.

The sexual references in the book are quite disturbing, and seem completely out of place.

I empathise with the author for the suffering he has endured, but I beseech you - avoid this book. It is so hard to follow that you won't want to pick it up - never mind not put it down.

First of all let me tell you that I really like Diana Palmer which is why I am having such a hard time understanding what on earth she thinking of when she wrote this story. The story "Night of Love" never got a chance to develop because she already had them declaring their love for each other soon after the book started. I know it was a short story but come on...give me something to look forward to.

The second story, written by Joan Elliot Pickart, was so poorly written it might as well have been something my 10 year old sister put together. The entire story was boring and sloppy. However, it was even worse when I realized that the hero sounded a lot like a woman, he was completely unbelievable and ultra feminine. There was so much a$$ kissing in the story that I simply could not finish it. Out of all the books that I have ever read (and I have read many) this was by far the worst.

Not recommended for the American marketplace. The book was written by a British author with experience in the British marketplace and practice of Design/build. It is not directly applicable to the States. Also, the technical terminology, grammar, and style of writing is British, making it very difficult to read for an American.

"Echoes of Combat" has less verve than a dry doctoral dissertation but lacks the dissertation's scrupulous attention to scholarship. The main thrust is that combat trauma inflicted on individual Vietnam veterans has caused them to indulge in fantasies of rescue (particularly the rescue of POW's and MIA's), and revenge-going back and winning the lost war. These fantasies seem to mirror, the argument goes, how American popular culture has attempted to make sense of the Vietnam war by imposing a moral order on what was otherwise naked American aggression. The book concludes that using artistic license to re-write history provides moral cover where none existed and allows the United States to engage in future military adventures with impunity.

This elaborate argument exists on a rickety scaffold. The universe for extrapolation is so limited-a handful of Vietnam veterans undergoing treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder-that any conclusions drawn must be suspect. Important books and movies are given short-shrift while those that sank without a trace ("Tracks"?)are analyzed in detail.

The My Lai massacre is a central metaphor. It recurs like a mantra, usually when "Echoes" rhetorically asks whether American soldiers in Vietnam were warriors or butchers. This ignores that the Army and Marine Corps not only did not condone criminal violence against civilians but prosecuted those responsible when it was discovered. If the Army court-martial board had had its way William Calley would still be in prison. "Echoes" maintains that Vietnam veterans became soul-sick by perpetuating such unremitting acts of savagery on an innocent population. There is, however, a strong anti-military (anti-American military, anyway) bias in "Echoes." For example, a footnote to a discussion of the battle for Hue city during Tet, 1968 cites a famous photograph of two North Vietnamese troopers that appeared on the cover of "Life" magazine and states "... two young soldiers, handsome in their clean green uniforms, strong with their AK-47's, turn toward the camera. They are everything the South Vietnamese and their American allies during Tet are not: clean, calm, organized, and in charge." In Stanley Karnow's seminal, and still the best, history of the Vietnam war-"Vietnam-A History"-, listed in the bibliography to "Echoes", Karnow documents just how calm and organized the communists were in Hue. Immediately upon seizing control they conducted house-to-house searches and rounded up many of the nation's leading businessmen, government workers, politicians, foreign missionaries and doctors, intellectuals and teachers. According to Karnow, their treatment was "merciless." They were shot, clubbed to death, or buried alive. During the months and years following Tet the remains of some three thousand people were exhumed from nearby riverbanks coastal salt flats, and jungle clearings. So where American atrocities, like My Lai, were invariably the result of individuals acting outside the chain of command and without authorization , communist massacres were systematic and systemic campaigns of terror, perpetrated by the "clean and handsome" North Vietnamese soldiers (or Viet Cong cadre) like those sanctified in "Echoes of Combat."

"Echoes of Combat" is ultimately hollow. Many of the areas covered have been better addressed by Bruce Franklin in "MIA, or Myth-Making in America," by Robert Bly in "Iron John," and by Jonathon Shay in "Achilles in Vietnam: Combat Trauma and the Undoing of Character."

What a terrible book - not only is it difficult to read - but missing much of common Ecology viewpoints and basics. Worthless, absolutely worthless - anyone want to by mine - cost of postage. If not, I'll just burn it.

el viaje perdido is sooo horrible! Its a book made to help 3rd year spanish students learn the langauge, but the book is so ... and lousey that it's really a big waste of time. nothing happens in the book! these two idiots are on a cruise in puerto rico, they miss the boat and their money is stolen. They meet up with this prissy ugly woman that they met on the cruise, and for some reason one guy has to pretend that he's married to her, while the other guy has to work in the grandma's farmacy... but the grandma is a fat ugly witch doctor that ends up finding out about the pretend marriage through her "phsycic powers" and kicks the two guys out of her house, and then they go home the end.

This is an exhibition catalog and a very small one at that. You would be better off looking into some of the Taschen or other soft covers for more art and just as well written a commentary.
I did not feel the price was justified.