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I loved every minute of this book!!! The book is fun, and a good change from the serious subjects of the teenage world. The main character, C.C. has a funny personality, and reminds me of a lot of my friends. Cluck is "delicious" as Grace says, and Natalie is the queen of clothes. All the characters remind me of real life people, and the book was realistic in a crazy way. I'm gonna read more of the author's works. I just hope they halfway resemble this book!

I read about this book in a review in seventh grade and wanted to read it so badly, my mom and I searched libraries everywhere! We finally got it through an inter-library loan from Vancouver, Canada. As soon as I picked up the book, I knew all of our hard work was worth it. I was wrapped up in the story of beautiful C. C. I read the story in two hours flat; not because it was easy. Just because I couldn't put it down. Pre-teens and teenage girls everywhere--this is the book. If you own one book in all of your teenage years, make it this one. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

An excellent collection of short fiction. Each tale is as compelling, as it is entertaining. Conrad is one of the best short story writers ever he is like a darker Stevenson who delves into the human psyche.

I read this book for a graduate Humanities course. Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness, written in 1899 is a seminal work about the ills of colonialism, as well as a postmodern look at the subject of mankind. Conrad's book had a crucial influence on five important works of the twentieth century: J. G. Frazier's book The Golden Bough. Jessie L. Weston's book From Ritual to Romance, T. S. Elliott's poem the Waste Land, Joseph Campbell's Hero with a Thousand Faces, and Francis Ford Coppolla's movie Apocalypse Now, screenplay by John Milius, was based on Conrad's book. Another interesting fact is that this work was read by Orson Welle's Mercury Theater Players on the radio and was to be his first movie. After doing some work on it he abandoned the project to do Citizen Kane! I would have loved to of seen what Welles could have done with this story. Conrad's story is so riveting in part, because he himself served as a riverboat captain. High school teachers and college professors who have discussed this book in thousands of classrooms over the years tend to do so in terms of Freud, Jung, and Nietzsche; of classical myth, Victorian innocence, and original sin; of postmodernism, postcolonialism, and poststructuralism.

Just a taste of the plot reels you in! Marlow, the narrator of Heart of Darkness and Conrad's alter ego, is hired by an ivory-trading company to sail a steamboat up an unnamed river whose shape on the map resembles "an immense snake uncoiled, with its head in the sea, its body at rest curving afar over a vast country and its tail lost in the depths of the land" (8). His destination is a post where the company's brilliant, ambitious star agent, Mr. Kurtz, is stationed. Kurtz has collected legendary quantities of ivory, but, Marlow learns along the way, is also rumored to have sunk into unspecified savagery. Marlow's steamer survives an attack by blacks and picks up a load of ivory and the ill Kurtz; Kurtz, talking of his grandiose plans, dies on board as they travel, downstream.

Sketched with only a few bold strokes, Kurtz's image has nonetheless remained in the memories of millions of readers: the lone white agent far up the great river, with his dreams of grandeur,his great store of precious ivory, and his fiefdom carved out of the African jungle. Perhaps more than anything, we remember Marlow, on the steamboat, looking through binoculars at what he thinks are ornamental knobs atop the fence posts in front of Kurtz's house and then finding that each is "black, dried, sunken, with closed eyelids-a head that seemed to sleep at the top of that pole, and with the shrunken dry lips showing a narrow white line of the teeth" (57).

I especially became interested in Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness from the movie Apocalypse Now. There is a scene in the movie that shows Colonel Kurtz's nightstand in his cave. T. S. Elliott's poem the Waste Land is one of three books on the nightstand. The other two are Jessie L. Weston's book From Ritual to Romance, and J. G. Frazier's book The Golden Bough. Anyone wanting to understand the movie Apocalypse Now, especially the character of Colonel Kurtz, and what Milius and Copolla are trying to tell their audience need to read these three books as well as Conrad's Heart of Darkness!

As a graduate student reading in philosophy and history I recommend this book for anyone interested in literature, myth, history, philosophy, religion and fans of Apocalypse Now.

This is a very entertaining book and not difficult to read. Most book lovers will love the book. In my review below I do not give away the plot. That is left for the reader to discover.

I read "Dubliners" and then read the present 250 page book as a warm up to ease into "Ulysses." This is a better book than "Dubliners" and we see the genius of Joyce without being intimidated - as the reader can be with "Ulysses." As a side note, the protagonist Stephen Dedalus has the same name and is similar to one of the three main characters in "Ulysses."

If you are looking for a lot of analysis this is probably not the only book to buy. This Signet version contains the story plus Langdon Hammer's 18 page introduction. I avoided reading that first, because it seems to give away most of the key parts, or at least enough that one does not want to read it until later. Overall, I loved the book and thought the analysis was good but short.

The book starts with Joyce recalling a few childhood memories, and it will probably stir some memories in the reader as well. He has very colourful descriptions of his parents, relatives, and his teachers, especially various Irish Catholic priests.

Is Joyce a genius or just crazy? He seems to have a bit of the crazy streak in him, and perhaps that why the novel is so creative. The prose and writing is among the most impressive that most will ever see. The book contains beautiful descriptions of his childhood, then Catholic schools, and then his college days. The prose and vocabulary is Joyce's own. It is laced with Irish expressions and phrases - not the lengthy descriptive phrases of a Hemingway, but dense, and expressive, sometimes quickly changing as we read. Sometimes it is long and rambling as he describes a scene beside the ocean or brings us into one of his dreams. It is a wonderful experience, and I found myself being thankful that I had decided to read this Joyce novel. It is probably in the top 10 for writing and creativity, weak on structure.

People looking for a story and structure will be annoyed as was the person who rejected the first publishing. It is a superb mixture of memories, dreams, and fiction, all blended together.

Joyce provides no narration; he writes as if we are watching a movie, mostly going forward in time but not always. The reader is left to sort out the time and place or if it is real or just a dream as we travel from scene to scene through the book. As noted in the analysis, Joyce is in direct contact with the reader. There is nobody in between to guide the reader and explain what it means. You determine that from the dialogue. In any case, we follow him from a young school lad to his college days. We learn of his struggle to whether embrace the Catholic Church and be a priest, or whether to take another path.

This is superb writing, and one appreciates why Joyce is famous. As a novel it is a bit lacking but few will notice any flaws.

I bought this book but it took me a long time to get into it. The "Moo-cow" business I didn't get. It seemed so silly and trivial and I, of course, was very, very serious. But one day I don't know why I just sat down and started reading it. Being Irish and Catholic the book became very pertinent in a short number of pages. At the time I read this book I was shocked that somebody should know my personal story and personal thoughts so vividly. I realize now that this is the personal story of a myriad of young Irish Catholic boys. This was a very good book and it tackled some very serious issues regarding faith, religion, and the Catholic Church.
This book was partially responsible for my life long interest in reading. Once I understood that the people who wrote books were the people who were speaking my language and translating my thoughts, I was hooked. Books were not all Mary Poppins and Alice in Wonderland.

Everything you could imagine wanting to know about the Benny show.

It was hilarious. I was crying. Hobbes is a master at his art. Calvin is always trying to get revenge at Susie.

Not stricktly a David Bowie book rather Bowie provides the backdrop for a heartwarming, honest, funny, very, very funny coming of age story. Mick grew up in Leeds, the largest city in Gods Country - Leeds , Yorkshire, England- where men are men,women know their place, the drink of choice is called Bitter, hardship is a badge of honnor and most men only come into contact with a member of the same sex when they shake hands at funerals. Strangley, it's not uncommon for the men folk, who seem so devoid of affection at times, to call perfect strangers Love. McCann grew up young, had a job before school, loved his football, loved his music, loved his women and loved their make up. His idol was/is Dave Bowie. If you're going to have an idol Dave's as good a choice as anybody though many of Mick's peers may have favoured Peter Lorimer or Billy Bremner - two of the heros of Leeds United, the local football team who were pretty dam good. There's a passage where he decides he's going to go to the local Youth Club Disco in make up and womens clothes - not a big flowered dress but some choice cuts from his sisters wardrobe. Youth Club Discos at the time were places of extreme prejudice and violence. Looking right was important. Youth cults were plentiful, Northern Soul, Skins, Punks, Rock A Billys, Rockers. Fitting in was important. A teen in make up wasn't going to fit in. Or was he? All I'm going to say is, it's extremely intresting, painfully funny and unputdownable. Mick's no dandy fop, though he may protest otherwise. Rather he's an eloquent writer and a chance taker of the highest order, a self confessed ladies man, a patron of Miss Selfridges, of Boots make up counter, open minded, and, strangley, a pure dyed in the wool Northern Bloke. Yes he talks like your Uncle Seth. He likes a pint of Tettleys and he's not afraid of an honest days work. Apparentley, women loved him, men supprised him by their attitude, he was chatted up on a bus by a bloke who probably has issuses to this day, yet he picked arguements with the local hardmen and found he got on okay with them. Mixing with like minded souls in a pub called The Adelphi that put on the eclectic mix (before it was fashionable) of Bowie Roxy Music up stairs whilst having National Front meetings in the bar below Mick finds his spritual home. As a grown man he attends a Bowie gig with his Lady at his side and promptly declares his love of Bowie. If you want to know David's response you'll have to buy the book. I think you should. I've read it twice in a month. Give this book a go. You won't be dissapointed.

This is an excellent view into two groups of women who met up online and formed a new type of society. Dr. Bury puts the study of these groups into a wider context by exploring the historical and sociological implications. I don't always agree with the authorities she quotes, but I find their viewpoints interesting, and the discussions between the women in the groups are humorous and stimulating.

Doujin, or Fan-comics are rarely spotted here in the States, due to some nasty copyright issues involved in translated and selling them here. In fact, the fan-comics are technically breaking copyrights in Japan, but most artists give them the nod.

But this book was compiled by Peach-Pit themeselves. (Peach-Pit was originally a fan-comic company, so they have some deep ties with these artists.) So, it allowed TokyoPop to bring it to America.

The stories are all short, but they are by so many different artists. Some stories are full of really interesting mini-storylines, while others have art that is really high-quality.

It's a shame more of these types of books are not published. They are a great supplement to any series.

This is a collection of short stories that is never less than good and contains one , about a medieval herald, that I have never read better. It makes no pretence of being poetry but its alternating scenes are so vivid that in memory it seems to have no narrative - you just see it unroll infront of you. Its too short to say much without giving its denouement, but to fit love, war and maturity into 10 pages is fantastic.

The series of "Hall of Shame" books would not be complete without these stories of ridiculous, pathetic, laughable, and horrifying acts that have taken place in the history of the gridiron. I have read, re-read, and re-re-read the various stories in this book, and shared much of it with friends.

For instance, learn of the cheapest owner in the history of pro sports, Harry Wismer, whose New York Titans (which eventually became the Jets) watched all their game film on a single projector, with squads taking turns; whose scouting department consisted of a single copy of Street & Smith's; and whose motto was, "Don't cash your paycheck with anybody you like."

How about the most lopsided score in football history (222-0)? How about the TV network who forever changed programming history by cutting away from a tight game to show "Heidi," thereby inventing the phrase "______ will be shown in its entirety at the completion of our game"? How about the player who cost his team a Rose Bowl victory by running the wrong way with a fumble, ultimately scoring a safety for the other guys instead of a TD for his own? These are just a very, very few of the dozens of fantastic stories collected here.

Better snap yours up quick, as it is out of print and not everyone is willing to let go of a used copy.