I have all the respect for Tal Brooke for his style of writing. And frankly he writes in such a way that you cannot stop reading his book once you have started it! But having said this,I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone who is striving to go higher in life and realise himself. Never, never read it. It does mislead a lot of people who are striving hard to go higher in spiritual path. I wouldn't have given even one star as a rating to this book, but I had to give it atleast that to post this review of mine!

Tal Brooke gives an amazing look into Eastern way of "enlightment" on the example of his own very well written expirience.Although somewhat longer than his "Avatar of night". He will provide a detailed account of trying to deny everything of this world in his Indian quest for spiritual truth and knoweledge of God and himself.At the end finding out to know nothing and exposing his godman guru terrible secret agenda.
Anyone interested to go spiritually higher with Eastern path of "enlightment" and "self-realization" see just how low you may end up.
I would recommend it highly for Christians and non-Christians alike however if you don't have enough patience for 400 pages you will be better with "Avatar of night".

I couldn't put it down. Very informative. When ever I'm looking for something, whether a tool or truth I like to know negatives. It's called an open mind. If you're searching for truth, you owe it to yourself to read this book.

Editor John Brookes brings us Garden Planning full of color photographs and illustrations covering all types of garden elements for a small city apartment to a large estate. The concept of the book is excellent, but the topics covered are too limited and narrowly covered. Not a bad title for those who want a starting point in planning their garden.

well, its a good book, but not enough pictures

Those readers who approach the book would be surprised how much liberties the screenwriters took with Loren Singer's original novel.

Singer writes a thriller about a former idealist journalist who saw a presidential assasination. A paranoid collegue warns him about the mysterious deaths of the other witnesses and it isn't long before the Parralax Corparation become involved.

Then the story gets weird. The hero is first involved in the murder of a low level employee of the company before he and his collegue are pitted against each other. Unlike the film, the main character does meet the head of the company who reveals the aim of the company to be a social engineering group designed to control democracy. Also, he has an affair with the widow of the man he killed and later saves her sons life.

The book's main assasination is modelled on the JFK killing while the film was on RFK. There are major differences in plot and structure and I would estimate that probably over 80% percent of the book was thrown out by the screenwriters.

Singer has written is a earnest and entertaining thriller that has none of the cyncial downbeat edge of the film. I should not really compare the two but as the book has been out of print for so long, I thought readers would like to know as much as possible about the original source.

I read this book when I was taking the exams of Institute of Export.It is a very simple book about International Trade Law.That's why it is good for the readers especially whose second language is English.One of the missing points inthe book is the lack of cases.It gives the name of the cases but not the details.You need some other books if you would like to go a bit more in depth especially on the cases.

Although an O.K. book to give to young girls about some successful women, the title leads the buyer to believe it is a worldwide overview. The women mentioned are from the U.S., thus Marie Curie, winner of 2 Nobel Prizes (one in Chemistry, one in Physics), is not mentioned. Mary Leakey is not mentioned as a leading anthropologist. No American meteorologist is mentioned, although several are quite famous, including Joanne Simpson.

That's an interesting combination of poets, considering how very different they were. Brooke was this handsome patriotic playboy and all his war-related poems are about the nobility of dying for your country, etc. He never actually fought. Owen was actually an officer in World War I and saw the worst of trench life, and many of his poems attempt (and succeed, in my opinion) in splashing mud all over Brooke's romanticized image of war and country. Brooke's poetry is very pretty, tidy, contained but Owen actually verges on being profound. Some of his work you just can't get out of your head. Anyway, get a book of Owen (The Poems of Wilfred Owen by Jon Stallworthy is the most complete compilation that I know of, but that basically means there's the bad stuff in there as well as the good ;) and skip Brooke.

Companion volume to an exhibition at the Brooklyn Museum of Art that celebrated the varied responses of artists and designers to a turbulent era-everything from abstract expressionism to Cadillac tail fins and the biomorphic furniture of Isamu Noguchi.

This book is dumb. I hated it. Please do not read it unless you enjoy falling asleep in the middle of the day. I'd rather watch 20 episodes of "Charles in Charge" in a row than read even so much as the cover again.

This is a gripping novel that depicts the solitary life of a young boy visiting his Uncle's farm. Gradually the events conspire to bring the reader to a rapture of demonic desire culminating in a tragic ending. Highly recommended.

I tried to come up with all sorts of ways to poke fun at the pretentiousness of this book, but really, what's the point? If beautiful people in New York City want to create a volume in which they can feature other beautiful people, their beautiful homes and beautiful families, and write glowingly about the beautiful lives they lead, and then sell it to themselves, the envious, and the just plain nosy, who am I to complain?

Far more risible is the introduction by William Norwich, in which "these meritocrats -- don't call them aristocrats" are painted not only as the apotheosis of style, but also of social concern, enlightened world view, forward-looking design, and folks-next-door approachability. In fact, three quarters of these "meritocrats" I'd never heard of before ... and most of those whose names I recognized (Guinness, Lauder, Herrera, another Lauder, Von Furstenburg [and one of the Miller sisters], Hermès, etc.) came more from their families' prosperity and fame than from the meritocratic achievements of the individuals themselves.

Still, the pictures are pretty enough, and the writing (apart from Norwich's) unobjectionable. And maybe it wasn't the subjects' fault they showed up in this embarrassing book. If one of my friends called up and said she was assembling a picture book of obscure Seattle book reviewers and wanted me in it, I might oblige her just out of friendship. But I'd make sure not to leave my copy sitting around where visitors could see it.

In all, this title has a certain voyeuristic value, from the pre-September 11 era. But I hope those of us outside the rarified little world of New York Society don't take it for a lot more than that.

The price I paid for this book, and what little amount...of anything is a bummer. There is maybe one page per "bright young thing", maybe those things didn't want to share a lot but I thought that was the point of the book.
Unless you have money to burn, save it for something else :)

I was dying to read this book after I saw several magazine articles on it. The book is a lot of fun--great photos, beautiful people, interesting homes. However, the narrative is somewhat amateurish. She wrote the book very quickly and you can tell. Also, I was expecting a little more insight, a little more comparison to other gilded eras. Then again, it was such a decadent delight, perhaps expecting insight is too much!