I write this review to warn away potential readers, the plot is flimsy, the characters seemingly having lost all characteristics from previous storys and the entire story is laughable from beginning to end, avoid at all costs.

When you traffic in danger, you could end up running for your life! Jewler Biju Kumar's son, Sanjay, has gone missing, and so has ten thousand dollars worth of his fathers gold. The Hardy's are drawn into a century old blood feud, and they suspect that the real danger lies in the terrorizing streets of the city itself. Sanjay may have run into the most notorious criminal in New York's Little India! Nobody knows the criminal's true identity-nobody, that is, that has lived to tell about it!

This book is sheer drivel. We Christians must learn to tolerate others, not bash and accuse the beliefs of others as Satanism. It is uncommon knowledge that many New Agers do not even believe in Satan, let alone house and worship him. I recommend this book only to the unenlightened and moronic.

This book exposes how satan uses the New Age to entrap God's people with the ultimate goal of destroying them. All these psychic hotlines and crystal healings, and candle burning are tools of satan. Many of us believe that there's no danger in these things, and some people are so decieved, they believe these things to be of God. But it's not just for fun, it's part of a deadly war. Rev. Hardy reveals with eloquence and honesty how satan wants to destroy each and ever one of us and how he's using the New Age to do it. This is a must read for evryone. Believe it or not, there are some very common things that people do, i.e. reading the horoscope, that are deceptive tools of satan. Don't get caught in his trap. Rev. Hardy reveals the road to forgiveness and healing begins with Jesus Christ! Everyone will enjoy her personal testimony of the power of God to change and heal. Don't be deceived any longer! Get all that God has for you

The Hardys are in Las Vegas for a chess championship, but a girl gets kidnapped and they're the suspects. They have to save her to clear their names. But they would save her even if they weren't suspects, right? This is a good, action-packed kids book.

When the Hardys go to Frank's chess championship, a girl gets kidnapped and they are accused. They are forced to find her to clear their names.

I purchased this book as a recomendation of my teacher in Hort Science, at The Ohio State University. When i recieved it, their was only 1 of 2 copies, which was outrageous for the price. The pictures were of poor quality, the information was in small amounts, and there was no detail. I showed this book to my teacher since he had never see it himself, and he laughed. He showed me a book he and I thought was going to be, infact The American Horticultural Society A To Z Encyclopedia Of Garden Plants is one of the best in his collection of over 2000 books on Horticulture. This book shows 6000 color photos, full descriptions on each plant, trees, details, and everything else I thought the Hardy perennial book was going to be. If you want to know the truth, their are many other books out there better than this one. For instance check out TimberPress.com, the maker of this book. It shows many other titles related to this title.

I have a modest horticultural library, including the AHS A-Z mentioned in another review, and I was thrilled to be able to add "Hardy Herbaceous Perennials" to my bookshelf. The authors are well known experts in the field of herbaceous perennials and they've compiled a truly remarkable book on the subject.

Whereas "A-Z" has as many pages as this work, it includes every type of plant - woodies, vines, conifers, annuals, perennials, water plants - you name it. Obviously you're getting a lot more entries on the narrowed down topic of herbaceous perennials in Jelitto & Schachts' book. You'll find more obscure perennials included in this work than in A-Z.

The entries are also more interesting than A-Z's. Each entry is from the author's first hand knowledge of the plant, more along the line of what you might find in Dirr's and Armitage's writings. However, they do also stick to the facts as in A-Z, so you do get the information you need, as in in origin, zone, plant requirements. A-Z is more clinical.

Since the book was written many years ago (this edition was updated in 1990 when it was translated from the German), some of the photos are black and white, though many are color. And, since the translation was done in 1990, taxonomic changes that occurred after that date are missing. Neither of these points is a drawback to buying this book. All the photography is excellent and, well, names change all the time, so even A-Z needs updating.

One last point to be made is that we in the United States tend to feel perhaps a little too self important. This is why A-Z is considered the 'best' by many US readers. While I wouldn't give up my copy of A-Z, I don't restrict my library to US publications. There is a huge amount of information originating in Europe and on other continents that never makes its way here. This does not reduce its value, just makes it less available unless we reach beyond the US. I have a friend who bought a shrub here in a US nursery and could find no info on it. It wasn't in A-Z or Dirr. The first 3 books I pulled off my shelf had it; two from the UK and one from Australia.

In conclusion, "Hardy Herbaceous Perennials" is one of the best additions I've made to my library in a long time. The price is a bit steep, but worth it.

There's plenty of action in this book when Frank and Joe check out a mysterious freighter.

Frank and Joe investigate a mysterious freighter. This is just your average Hardy Boys book. Plenty of action.

Frank, Joe, Chet, Tony and Biff head to the Pine Barrens area of New Jersey to search for a treasure buried in the wilderness in 1781. The mystery was very interesting and I found myself quickly drawn into the book, but I found that toward the end of the book, I was starting to lose interest a little bit, for whatever reason. Overall, the book was good and I think that most Hardy Boys fans would enjoy it.

The Outlaw's Silver is an interesting story about a lost silver treasure and a band of smugglers who want to find the silver before the Hardy Boys. The Hardys and Chet head to the Pine Barrens region of New Jersey to investigate. Well written, with a fairly intricate plot, and one of the better paperbacks.

I would like to express my disappointment that Simon & Schuster has allowed the early paperbacks (#59-85) first published under the Wanderer label to go out of print. These books are the last good Hardy Boys stories. Starting in 1987, the Hardy Boys books started to be written for a much younger audience and no adult would even think of reading one. The series abruptly went into the dumper.

I just completed my first semester of Spanish using this book. Had it not been for my professor, I would have unsuccessfully finished. This book is full of cryptic grammar rules. The examples given are mediocre at best. I do have to say that it gives a lot of vocabulary...a good thing. This is my second language to study, so I do have experience with foreign language texts. If Mr. McAlpine would revise this book, it might me OK. Chapter 4 really needs to be split into two or three chapters.
I would suggest getting a "helping" source if you must use this book.

This text is among the very best I have used. I have taken 4 years of Spanish in California; 15 years ago. The authors have done an extensive job of using color and relief layout which makes studying the text much easier on the eyes. The Spanish used in this text is very up to date. I mostly enjoyed the down to earth conversations used for examples. This particular text builds your working vocabulary quickly, easily and enjoyably.

I would recommend this to other Spanish teachers to use even at the grade school and high school levels.

I really like and enjoy the book. Good-bye to boring texts!

Muchas gracias for all the research and practicality.

It was great to pick up a Hardy Boys book, and remember the many stories I have read before. I recommend this one, but I like "A Killing in The Market" better.

Clues in a million-dollar bank robbery in Washington, D.C. lead Frank, Joe and Chet to the Maine wilderness where they join a white-water raft race. I found that certain plot points in the book were very predictable and that the amount of contact the Hardys have with the criminals in the first half of the book was low; despite this, I still enjoyed the book and would recommend it.

I cant seem to find it ANYWHERE! it seems that this book is so way out of print, no one is willing to part with a USED copy either. I would love to have a copy of this, but, when you cant even buy it used, well, i might as well forget it! to all the lucky folks who have a copy, i really think that is great! PLEASE when you are tired of it, put it on EBAY or something, so i might get to read it too! geez!

Sailor Jerry is a legend--the likes of which is almost impossible to find today. He was both an artistic and technical genius and certainly deserving of the title Tattoo Master. He was also a bit of an old coot.

Sailor Jerry is a lot like a dad. Though you don't necessarily agree with all of his views, he's still an inspiration. I'm apprenticing as a tattoo artist and he sets the standard that I strive for every day. Not just as a good tattoo artist. Not even a great one. But the best. I'm proud to have Sailor Jerry's beautiful illustrations tattooed on my skin. A tribute, so to speak, to the master.

This is a great read regardless of your being tattooed or not. It explains a lot about tattoo history, particularly the development of the shading needle, and the importance of military symbolism in Hawaii. And Sailor Jerry's illustrations are just beyond description. Perfect in every detail.

A very endearing book. Makes you want to talk to your dad about the war and get "Twin Screws" tattooed on your butt cheeks. (Or is that just me?)

Justine Hardy is a British journalist who decided to take the plunge and work on a Delhi newspaper. Her book covers diverse topics such as a visit to the Dalai Lama, toilets (or the lack-thereof), Slum education, organic farming and polo.

The prose is easy to read, and both funny and sad. This is essentialy a travel book. It won't change your life, but if you have any misconceptions about the Raj still being alive in India, this might cure you. A great book to take on holidays, about ordinary people and how they live int in India today - a world away from western Europe and America.

Scoop-Wallah

Reading Justine Hardy's Scoop-wallah, an alternatively hilarious and pensive account of her hacking days as a features writer for the New Delhi daily the Indian Express for about a year, is to realize that good writing about India keeps coming out regardless of, or perhaps because of, the country's status as "a functioning anarchy," to borrow a famous phrase from Daniel Moynihan, a former U. S. Ambassador to India. Justine Hardy is a clever writer. She does not claim to be writing about all of India. She is writing just about New Delhi. Her portrait of New Delhi has all the anomalies that one expects in such a book. There is a raja's son who has no kingdom to rule and his satrapy in the flophouse where the writer resides. There is a newspaper editor, her boss, who is unable to understand references to April Fool's jokes in spite of his Anglicization. His name, as transliterated in the book is "Sourish," perhaps a version of "Suresh," meaning the god of gods in Sanskrit. Sourish Bhattacharya will consider for publication only such of Hardy's writing as can be considered fictionalized features, not hard news. When Hardy rants about her missing slides, telling him in London a lost or stolen slide fetches up two hundred pounds, he feigns indifference. Then there are the usual gang of culprits: charlatan gurus, rickshaw drivers salivating over the experience of driving a white woman to her destination trying hard to catch a glimpse of her white skin in one of their many mirrors, fops who decry colonialism and hold her responsible for all Britain's crimes without taking into account she hadn't even been born when Nehru's somnolent words announced the birth of India on the midnight of August 15, 1947, dreaming social workers who want to show off their good works. Our writer does not fall in love with New Delhi, but she likes it very much, notwithstanding its unsettling attachment to dust and defeat. She tries to fit in. She wears Indian clothes; she tries to learn to speak Hindi. Of course, her attempt to speak the language always identifies her as a foreigner, a fate she tries hard to avoid. Of course, she speaks Hindi only to those who drive her around or make tea for her. Good intentions don't matter. British administrators also learned regional languages just so that they could tell their servants what to do. Not much goes right for her. Indians are notorious for trying to sharpen their English skills on visiting foreigners. They don't want the visitors to speak the local language, partly because they think it is not polished enough. Thus, it is not surprising that Hardy runs into scores of Indians who want to show her that there remains a British presence in India in the form of English remade in the nuances of native languages. English is the language of power. "English is still the currency of the social establishment. The socialites of Calcutta, Bombay and Delhi may swirl their saris and stand proud in their national dress . . ., careful copies of the sartorially patriotic Nehru, but still they speak English. Their feet are silent speakers too, shod in English shoes, black Oxfords to match the aspirations of language."

Much as I enjoyed the book, I am not able to formulate its readableness in anything other than its fictionality.I believe that the book reads like fiction because everything novel that the writer experiences turns into interesting. In her moments when she stops pretending to be amused by New Delhi's transmogrification by globalization Hardy writes passages which indicate that she can indeed free herself from her self-imposed obligation to remain unsettled by her Indian experiences. Hardy turns from being an entertainer into a Blakean observer when she lets her pen rip the calm surface of her humorous meditation and speak of the mimic men and women, living an opulent life style which is more a parody of life in New York or London than one truly free of sexism as exemplified in arranged marriages and dowry extortions. Her Kiplingesque analysis of the horror of AIDS in India, often brought home to well provided-for wives by ambitious, much-traveled entrepreneurial husbands, the government's denial that the disease is widespread, the government doctor's refusal to treat AIDS patients are perhaps the best part of the book.