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The Best Book Ever!
The love of sisters
A Great Book For All

Refreshing; in its own way, touchingBut I quickly got over my initial resistance because the book has such an honest feel to it. And you know what? It's simply a great read how David Jackson came up from the most shabby depths of the provincial English working class to ride the crest of New Wave as an avatar of in-your-face cool. Only a special person with no family encouragement could have gone from basic poverty through an industrial secondary school to the Royal Academy of Music on a composition scholarship. You can't help but root for this asthmatic loser as he climbs up the ladder.
The Musician as a Young Man.
An Entertaining Insight
Great book... If you like Joe, you'll love this!I would disagree with the only two negative comments I've read thus far. First, the apparent claim that Joe is being pretentious ... "The latter trait [being pretentious] is evidenced early in A Cure for Gravity, and often slows down the flow of the book, as Jackson eschews the linear autobiographical route for sometimes lengthy digressions into a form of music criticism..."
On the contrary, as Joe says himself, the book is as much or more about music and his relationship with music than simply a factual account of his life. I, for one, am as interested in this information as I am a simple blow-by-blow account of the events of his life. And as a writing style, I enjoy an occasional digression or "flash forward" which provide context and enhance points the author is trying to make.
Secondly, as for the comment that Joe "hates... Brian Eno", I suggest the reviewer reread the passage in which Joe disagrees with a single statement of Brian Eno's and makes a point of saying that there are certainly some things Brian Eno could be commended for.
What I enjoyed most about the book is getting to know much more about Joe Jackson, the person, than anything else I've ever read since it's his words, not the interpretation or opinion of others. It has answered many questions I've always had about the man, besides being good fun to read. If you think you like Joe Jackson, the man, you'll love this book!


Cat and train lovers unitedIt has a lot of excitement, involving a missing train. I learned quite a bit about trains reading this book. Lillian Jackson Braun certainly did her home work researching trains.
I highly recommend The Cat Who Blew The Whistle to any cat and train lover.
It's a mystery with a twist.
The "Cat Who"... series strikes agaain!!

Never Too Late for Love
A Love Story for Second-Timers
Drama. Drama and more Drama!This story of Tiffany and Jason was awesome. Their love for each other was hot, but they had some unresolved issues that they both had to face to move on.
Tiffany and her kids went through alot in her first marriage (Heart's Desire)and there was things that she had to face in order to truly open up to Jason. And Jason had his on issues to deal with.
There are many shocking and eye opening scenes in this book. It was good to learn about some of the characters in Monica's other books.
I can not wait for Jenny's story and I would like to see a story on Jarad and Tiffany's son Dante'.
Hats off to Monica once again, Good work!


Reply to reviewers who are of Chinese descentI spent almost seven years researching the subject of footbinding before writing my book. I have read hundreds of books with information on the subject, and traveled through China many times, with English-speaking Chinese guides, interviewing a tremendous number of older women with bound feet, and their husbands. Photos of several of them, which tell the story better than I can here, appear in the book. And may I say not one of these elderly women I interviewed with tiny lotus feet had ever seen more than a life of poverty in mountain huts or little villages, rising at before sunrise helping to care for her family, and after marriage her own children, husband and husband's parents, foraging for firewood, working in the rice fields,yam fields, or whatever poor little crops the families tried to raise, since they were little girls with newly bound feet.
As I explain in my book, in the beginning period of footbinding (approximately 950 AD) only women in the palace bound their feet, then the custom spread to minor nobility. Eventually it spread to the newly rich merchant class. However, by the 17th century about 96% of all Han Chinese girls had their feet bound.
Chinese experts estimate that more than four and one half BILLION Han Chinese, and some Minority People women, have bound their feet the past 1,000 years. In cities such as Peking, Canton and Shanghai, and other wealthy areas, there were of course affluent women and they did indeed have bound feet. But the majority of the women of China have always been the peasants who live at poverty, or almost poverty, level. And the majority of them for 1,000 years had bound feet.
Homage to the women who survived!
One step closer to understanding

An interesting interpretation of history
My Majella!
Haunting story of love and prejudice

Chock full of curious lore and strong proseBut in fact, Burton uses this arcane subject to go off on a profound and lengthy meditation on the melancholies and misfortunes of life itself. The author, it seems, was easily distracted, and his distractions are our gain. The passages on the Melancholy of Scholars, and the Melancholy of Lovers, are themselves worthy of the price of admission.
His prose is unlike anything before him or since him. It has some kinship to the paradoxical and simile-laden style of the Euphuists, but his individual sentences are often pithy and brief.
This seventeenth-century classic ought to be read by anyone interested in the period, in early psychology, or in the history of English prose.
Not so much a book as a companion for life.Burton is not a writer for fops and milquetoasts. He was a crusty old devil who used to go down to the river to listen to the bargemen cursing so that he could keep in touch with the true tongue of his race. Sometimes I think he might have been better off as the swashbuckling Captain of a pirate ship. But somehow he ended up as a scholar, and instead of watching the ocean satisfyingly swallowing up his victims, he himself became an ocean of learning swallowing up whole libraries. His book, in consequence, although it may have begun as a mere 'medical treatise,' soon exploded beyond its bounds to become, in the words of one of his editors, "a grand literary entertainment, as well as a rich mine of miscellaneous learning."
Of his own book he has this to say : "... a rhapsody of rags gathered together from several dung-hills, excrements of authors, toys and fopperies confusedly tumbled out, without art, invention, judgement, wit, learning, harsh, raw, rude, phantastical, absurd, insolent, indiscreet, ill-composed, indigested, vain, scurrile, idle, dull, and dry; I confess all..." But don't believe him, he's in one of his irascible moods and exaggerating. In fact it's a marvelous book.
Here's a bit more of the crusty Burton I love; it's on his fellow scholars : "Heretofore learning was graced by judicious scholars, but now noble sciences are vilified by base and illiterate scribblers."
And here is Burton warming to the subject of contemporary theologians : "Theologasters, if they can but pay ... proceed to the very highest degrees. Hence it comes that such a pack of vile buffoons, ignoramuses wandering in the twilight of learning, ghosts of clergymen, itinerant quacks, dolts, clods, asses, mere cattle, intrude with unwashed feet upon the sacred precincts of Theology, bringing with them nothing save brazen impudence, and some hackneyed quillets and scholastic trifles not good enough for a crowd at a street corner."
Finally a passage I can't resist quoting which shows something of Burton's prose at its best, though I leave you to guess the subject: "... with this tempest of contention the serenity of charity is overclouded, and there be too many spirits conjured up already in this kind in all sciences, and more than we can tell how to lay, which do so furiously rage, and keep such a racket, that as Fabius said, "It had been much better for some of them to have been born dumb, and altogether illiterate, than so far to dote to their own destruction."
To fully appreciate these quotations you would have to see them in context, and I'm conscious of having touched on only one of his many moods and aspects. But a taste for Burton isn't difficult to acquire. He's a mine of curious learning. When in full stride he can be very funny, and it's easy to share his feelings as he often seems to be describing, not so much his own world as today's.
But he does demand stamina. His prose overwhelms and washes over us like a huge tsunami, and for that reason he's probably best taken in small doses. If you are unfamiliar with his work and were to approach him with that in mind, you might find that (as is the case with Montaigne, a very different writer) you had discovered not so much a book as a companion for life.
"A rhapsody of rags."Burton is not a writer for fops and milquetoasts. He was a crusty old devil who used to go down to the river to listen to the bargemen cursing so that he could keep in touch with the true tongue of his race. Sometimes I think he might have been better off as the swashbuckling Captain of a pirate ship. But somehow he ended up as a scholar, and instead of watching the ocean satisfyingly swallowing up his victims, he himself became an ocean of learning swallowing up whole libraries. His book, in consequence, although it may have begun as a mere 'medical treatise,' soon exploded beyond its bounds to become, in the words of one of his editors, "a grand literary entertainment, as well as a rich mine of miscellaneous learning."
Of his own book he has this to say : "... a rhapsody of rags gathered together from several dung-hills, excrements of authors, toys and fopperies confusedly tumbled out, without art, invention, judgement, wit, learning, harsh, raw, rude, phantastical, absurd, insolent, indiscreet, ill-composed, indigested, vain, scurrile, idle, dull, and dry; I confess all..." But don't believe him, he's in one of his irascible moods and exaggerating. In fact it's a marvelous book.
Here's a bit more of the crusty Burton I love; it's on his fellow scholars : "Heretofore learning was graced by judicious scholars, but now noble sciences are vilified by base and illiterate scribblers."
And here is Burton warming to the subject of contemporary theologians : "Theologasters, if they can but pay ... proceed to the very highest degrees. Hence it comes that such a pack of vile buffoons, ignoramuses wandering in the twilight of learning, ghosts of clergymen, itinerant quacks, dolts, clods, asses, mere cattle, intrude with unwashed feet upon the sacred precincts of Theology, bringing with them nothing save brazen impudence, and some hackneyed quillets and scholastic trifles not good enough for a crowd at a street corner."
Finally a passage I can't resist quoting which shows something of Burton's prose at its best, though I leave you to guess the subject: "... with this tempest of contention the serenity of charity is overclouded, and there be too many spirits conjured up already in this kind in all sciences, and more than we can tell how to lay, which do so furiously rage, and keep such a racket, that as Fabius said, "It had been much better for some of them to have been born dumb, and altogether illiterate, than so far to dote to their own destruction."
To fully appreciate these quotations you would have to see them in context, and I'm conscious of having touched on only one of his many moods and aspects. But a taste for Burton isn't difficult to acquire. He's a mine of curious learning. When in full stride he can be very funny, and it's easy to share his feelings as he often seems to be describing, not so much his own world as today's.
But he does demand stamina. His prose overwhelms and washes over us like a huge tsunami, and for that reason he's probably best taken in small doses. If you are unfamiliar with his work and were to approach him with that in mind, you might find that (as is the case with Montaigne, a very different writer) you had discovered not so much a book as a companion for life.


Simply the best book on beer.
Great overview of beer stylesOn another note, it's interesting that the only "reviews" that dismiss Jackson as a hack are unsigned. No e-mail addresses, just "a reader". Makes you wonder, doesn't it?
--Jeff Frane
The International Language is Beer

Very motivating and challenging!I'm still working on applying some of the practical principles. My attitude is different now - not cocky but more confident and peaceful because Ms. Gandy made me realize that I can't take care of someone help without taking care of myself first. Although some of the principles are not my style, the overall theme and development definitely woke me up!
A must read for all SBW in Recovery
Very motivating and challenging!A funny and insightful beginning slowly becomes an enlightening mirror. Ms. Gandy encourages self examination that ultimately stimulates self renewal. I took a retreat one weekend to read this book and get it together.
I'm still working on applying some of the practical principles. My attitude is different now - not cocky but more confident and peaceful because Ms. Gandy made me realize that I can't take care of someone help without taking care of myself first. Although some of the principles are not my style, the overall theme and development definitely woke me up!


Hilarious and refreshingI had assumed that this was a biographical work, with the adventures just a bit exagerrated, until I read Shirley's (excellent) biography "Private Demons." Somehow, the stories were not as funny when I came to know that some of them were fiction, merely based on the children's traits.
This tale will never bore, and will give anyone a good dose of laughter. Perhaps those who now have children of the age which Shirley's were then will relax a bit realising that raising children was never a joy ride - but there is no need, today, to make it more difficult than it has to be.
Not scary, just funny
A funny look at family life in the 40's. Still a great read!