Faulkner Books

I am a Fox News fan. And it is here than I first became aware of Harris Faulkner. I find her to have an on camera charisma. So when I later discovered she had written a book about herself, I thought it would be interesting to read. And it was.

But unfortunately I do not think it was particularly well written, and there are also places where I must doubt her sincerity. At times what she wrote simply did not ring true. For example, if God really plays as big a roll in her day-to-day life as claims, she failed to make her deep relationship with Him convincing. Merely, claiming her closeness with God at various points in her book is not enough for me. Her relationship may very well be every bit as close as she claimed. But if it is, she was not convincing.

At another point in her book she is presenting selected sections of court transcripts which were a result of legal action she had taken against her stalker, some one she had once dated. (I have no doubt that there was such a person.) As per the transcript, the stalker had scratch some very sexually explicit words on the passenger door of her new car. In the court transcript she was asked what words were scratched on her door. Embarrassed by them, she asked the attorney if she had to repeat them. She was required, and so she did. O.K. this is all fine; she was required to say the scratched words in court when she clearly wished she wasn't. This makes sense to me! But why in the world did she later reproduce this section of the transcript in her book? Certainly this time the court did not require her to do so. So then why did she? That's what I mean by some things not ringing true. There were some others things as well, but this is enough to illustrate my point.

If I was not already aware of Ms. Faulkner, and liked her on camera persona, I would have quickly become bored with her book. But because I was already aware of her, I thought it worth reading.

This book is very preachy. The woman is self absorbed and only looking to make a name for herself.

Boring

It is painfully obvious that the only thing Harris Faulkner wants to do is talk about Harris Faulkner. This so called autobiographical account is really a cry for help from an insecure person who desperately wants everyone to think she's courageous. As a victim of stalking myself it is obvious to me that she is making stuff up and warping the truth to make everything about her. This is pure fiction. Don't waste your time buying or reading this garbage.

Harris Faulkner has written a wonderful book. It is moving, compelling, and poignant. She is truly a courageous woman. Her story is a must read for other women who are being abused or stalked. It talks about her faith and how she survived a terrible ordeal. One more thing: the two negative reviews are absurd, attacking Faulkner for being self-absorbed because she writes about herself in her own autobiography. In an autobiography, you are supposed to write about yourself!

In my opinion the Fox News Channel has the most engaging and attractive newswomen of all the cable news outlets: Dari Alexander, Julie Banderas, Laurie Dhue - even Rudi Bakhtiar, one of the more popular anchors at CNN, is now on Fox. But for me the best of them all is former A Current Affair correspondent Harris Faulkner. She has a quality of elegance and poise that is rare to find in today's broadcast journalism. And those eyes and smile are simply beautiful!

Until recently I was unaware that Harris Faulkner was a victim of a stalker. This book tells the story of a smart, gutsy and beautiful woman. Harris, a speechwriter and motivational speaker in addition to being a journalist, proves that one doesn't need to abandon one's values for ambition.

A continuation of the fascinating spy trilogies Deighton published in the 80's. The book sucks you in and at its leisurely pace surprises you with twists and turns.

Bernard is off to Poland in this latest 8 0f 9 in the series, a must read

The Cold War espionage genre may seem a little dated. There are other concerns and fears on many of our minds now. But for reasons I'll get to below, this novel series is a stand-out from that era, and still well worth reading.

_Hope_ was actually written after the fall of the Berlin Wall, but the plot takes place a few years before it. In this book Bernard Samson takes an assignment to communist Poland seeking his missing brother-in-law, who may be digging up secrets neither side wants revealed. The book plot is interesting enough, but also there are several series-length plot lines that continued to engross me: can Bernard and his wife Fiona rebuild their marriage and their family? What really happened to Bernard's father? Was Bernard's sister-in-law really killed by the side of that East Berlin highway?

I just recently re-read the entire Bernard Samson series (of which this is the eighth out of nine novels). It is one of the best novel series I have ever read, and certainly one of the best espionage genre series ever. There are so many things to like about this series - the in-depth characterizations; the pithy observational asides about people and cultures; the references to multiple languages and their subtleties; the gritty European settings; the hidden plot developments and character motivations that the narrator either can't or won't see; etc.

The author claims that each of these books can be read on their own, and perhaps they could be. But I agree with other reviewers here: you can get a lot more enjoyment out of it if you start at the beginning with _Berlin Game_ (or even better yet - start with the WWII prequel: _Winter_).

The Samson series may not be for everybody. It lacks the larger than life setting of a James Bond whopper and it doesn't have all the background of LeCarre's Smiley tales.
But these are good, realistic reads. Hope is no different and one of the best in the Samson series in my opinion.
Deighton deals with some interesting, complex problems that were facing the spy services at the time and still are. Such as what's the truth, what will happen in this changing world and how far is too far to go in situations.
What I think he does very well is describing Bernard Samson's fear. Several passages in the book show what fear does to a man in extreme situations. You can almost feel Samson's frayed nerves.
He's human and with all the drawbacks that brings a man. To some, humanity foilables may not be interesting fodder for novels. If you want to know the super agent is always going to bed the girl and blow up the volcano HQ then maybe Samson and other books like it isn't your bag ... baby.
If you want a little touch of realism with your tea then grab all the Samson books plus Deighton's novel Winter, which is a prequel.
I agree with others who said these things should be read in order (Winter, Berlin Game, Mexico Set, London Match, Spy Hook, Spy Line, Spy Sinker, Faith, Hope and lastly Charity), but if you were to grab Hope out of sequence it wouldn't be that big a deal. Deighton gives the right level of background.
This is a good book. Pick it up.

Let me start by saying that this whole series is best suited to be read in order. I picked one up here and there and in doing so mixed the order up. What that meant is that I had to do a little extra thinking at times and on some books the light bulbs went off for some of my earlier questions. I also think these books are best suited to someone that is looking for a real characters driven spy story and not a action packed James Bond shoot em up. Deighton is a writer, therefore he spends time getting to know the characters, their personalities - what they are thinking, not just when they are reloading their gun. This being said I did think this book could have used a bit more action to punch it up, get the pace up a notch or two. Overall it is a good, solid book that gives you a decent amount of entertainment.

Michael Reynolds is fleeing the police in Hungary, near the Austrian border. Indeed he was commissioned by colonel Peter Mackintosh to reach a certain Jennings in Budapest before the forthcoming International Scientific Conference. When the police eventually catch Reynolds, the latter claims that his name is Johann Buhl, businessman and resident of Vienna and that he was invited to Hungary by the Economic Ministry. Subsequently, he is taken to the Andrassy Ut, headquarters of the AVO, the Hungarian Secret Police by Colonel Szendrô. But Reynolds knows that no one has ever escaped from the AVO Headqquarters, from the torture chambers in Stalin Street. If he is ever to escape, it will have to be from inside Szendrô's car within the next hour.
In "The Last Frontier", published in 1959, just three years after the crushing of the October Revolution by the Russian troops, the reader can relive the early days of the Cold War through this twisty and original spy story.

I really enjoyed `When 8 Bells Toll,' and thought that `The Guns of Navarone' was pretty decent. `Last Frontier' on the other hand was a pretty lack luster effort by MacLean. The book just jumps right into the middle of the action, without preamble or the opportunity to be introduced to the protagonist. For the first sixty or so pages I was wondering when the flash back would occur and inform the reader why Reynolds (the protagonist) was in the situation he was in. In the end however, this book was not really about anything other than two things. One, a stream of action sequences that feels a bit tame by today's standards (after all, this book was written 50 years ago). And secondly, MacLean uses this book as an opportunity to lecture the reader on world events of his day. MacLean really goes off on a peace tirade over and over again here. Its kind of funny to be reading this so far removed from its time and look back at how Communism and the Cold War were being seen by the west.

The worst thing about this book is that it really felt like just a bunch of action sequences strung together with out careful plotting. The good guys constantly get out of scrapes in what can only be viewed as ludicrous maneuvering on the part of MacLean. Time after time, Reynolds and his band get into terrible trouble only to be rescued from the clutches of the most terrible police force ever created. I was wondering towards the end why this band of fellows just didn't head into Russia and end the cold war Rambo style.

I would not recommend this book to anyone. Even a MacLean fan. Maybe I would point someone interested in this time period only to be startled a bit by Communist references, but that would be all.

A very fast paced novel by the Alistair MaClean. An epic adventure about a british spy Micheal Reynolds who battles his way through communists gaining an insight into the lives' of those suffering behind the iron curtain. Not only does he learn of the fears they are subjected to but also how they deal with it. He aslo comes across a hero whose philosophical ways makes the reader amazed and admire him. Alistair MaClean keeps the reader hung unto the book till the last page with his sarcasm and cool and analytical style of writing with a mixture of British wit.

"The Last Frontier", also published as "The Secret Ways", is Alistair MacLean's well-written novel about a British secret agent on a mission inside Hungary at the height of the Cold War. Many readers have forgotten how hard-fought the Cold War was for the United States and its Western Allies; very few ever knew how much more desperate it was for the inhabitants of Eastern Europe under the thumb of the Soviet Union in the late 1950's.

Michael Reynolds, MacLean's protagonist, is neither a James Bond nor a superman. He doesn't even have any fancy technology. He is well trained and resourceful. His biggest advantages against a cruel and efficient Hungarian Secret Service are an ability to make commonsense decisions under pressure and the heroic help of dedicated friends in the Hungarian underground. The plot has the twists, turns, and betrayals in which MacLean specialized. MacLean's characters are often cynical and without illusion about the causes they serve, yet they are sympathetic and interesting people. The suspense is good to the last page as Reynolds scrambles to complete his mission and escape to the West.

This book is highly recommended to fans of Cold War spy fiction and to fans of Alistair MacLean.

The place is Hungary, a few years after the revolution, that put grey men on every corner of the once beloved and peaceful land. Michael Reynolds is a british agent, sent to Hungary by his suppereors on a quest to free a known scientist from the cludges of the evil rulors of Hungary, who want him for themselves. On his way, he is assisted by freedomfighters, lead by the tough and unforgiven leader Janchy, who has fled the camps in Siberia, where he was imprisonned for his love of freedom. The henchmen of the Hungarians are cruel and vicious, but the one man I loved in the book, was the Count. He was from Polen, where he had once recided together with his six children and his beautiful wife, until the soldiers came. The Count barely got away, but when he says in the book, that his family is in a safer place, there is no doubt what he means. His family was killed, and his own exit in the book is both heartbreaking and couragous. A marvelous book from an exelent writer, who sadly is not with us any more.

Many people who review this book give it a bad rating because they have read Faulkner before and expect his writing to be of a certain style and intellectual caliber. Perhaps this book is not quite up to the level that people are expecting, but when you compare it with much of the other literature available dramatizing this time period (just after World War I) in a fictional manner, this book stands out as being a simply extraordinary peice of literature. While it lacks much of Faulkner's later literary intuitiveness, this book still demonstrates true Faulknerian style with its soap-opera-ish manner of storytelling and robust character development. Even this, one of Faulkner's least talked about and least admired novels, is better than the work of 99.9% of the authors writing today. What people consider "bad" as a Faulkner book is still leaps and bounds ahead of what other writers are able to produce. I found this book to be an excellent stepping-stone into Faulkner's style and literary skill from less "deep" books. I would definitely recommend reading this book first before reading other Faulkner novels. Once you finish this one, THEN try another book directly after this one - his style will be much easier to follow and understand.

Overall, a wonderful book for discussion and reflection!

This early novel by William Faulkner is interesting as an example of where his style and focus were as a very young writer, before both had settled into the predicatable Faulkner voice of his later and better known books. I enjoyed the book more when I first read it, I think, than I do now. But one thing has still not changed. I can remember having to read certain passages over and over and still not being sure what they were about. I still don't know. There are those who think this deliberate ambiguity is a plus but I prefer to be able to follow the plot of a book. I don't even mind working at it, as one must with a number of writers. But it is frustrating to come up against an impenetrable hedge of words that crowds out meaning, and this happens a lot with Faulkner.

I have read almost all of Faulkner's books and enjoyed many, if not most, of them. Frequently moving and always interesting, these books deserve a special place on the bookshelf of American literature. But admit it, often Faulkner - even in his later books - uses words the same way that Jackson Pollock used paint. He sprays, splatters and dribbles them into a squiqqly mess that might, like a good Pollock, be pleasing or meaningful in an 'abstract expressionist' way, but simply doesn't make sense on a purely cognative and narrative level. There is less of that in Soldier's Pay than one gets later, but you can sure see it coming.

In his first novel, SOLDIERS' PAY, Faulkner deals with the aftermath of World War I to illustrate the disillusionment that war inexorably brings to combtants and non-combatants alike. Whether is is the war to end all wars, the war to save humanity, the forgotten war, or the immoral war, no one who survives escapes unscathed. The narrative is more straightforward, with fewer digressions, than that of most of Faulker's later novels; but it is still difficult to follow at times. Using the shattered life of a wounded and dying war veteran as the vehicle, Faulkner weaves the lives of his characers into a revealing tapestry. In the arras he depicts fear, despair and denial; sexuality, frustration, and fulfillment; pettiness and compassion; love and hate--a range of emotions to which all mankind is subject. While many of his descriptions seem strained and burdensome, others present a blinding insight into the foibles and failings of our neighbors and of ourselves. Likewise, to the modern reader, some of the moral values and motivations of his characters may be arcane; yet, as a whole, the universal standards of human behavior still apply. All in all, I would say that if you are a fan of Faulkner, give this book a try. It hasn't the power of THE SOUND AND THE FURY or ABSALOM, ABSALOM! nor the delightful comedy of THE REIVERS, but it does give the reader a glimpse into the evolution of Faulkner's inimitable style.

This book is a piece of history, but that's all it is. This was when Faulkner was hanging out in New Orleans with Sherwood Anderson, and Anderson told Faulkner if he wrote a book, he would get his publisher to print it. This and Mosquitoes are the result. They are both terrible, and it takes longer to read them than it took Faulkner to write them.

The interesting thing here is Faulkner's obsession with the war hero and the tragedy of war cliche's. Remember also, that Faulkner was walking around in a pilot's uniform that he made himself after failing to join the air force. This book is very much the same thing, and for that point, it's interesting. It's amazing that such a dolt became one of the true voices of wisdom for the century. The upside of this book is that it lets you know you have plenty of time to develop. If you love the guy, you'll read this anyway, but you can save your time and skip Soldier's Pay and Mosquitoes. Save them for when you've already developed an obsession.

I know that Faulkner is considered a great writer, but I had not found him accessible. About forty years ago I read "Light in August", which I thought was okay. My other attempts to read his books failed. So when the Library of America recently issued his earliest works, I figured that maybe was the way I could finally access Faulkner.

And boy did I love "Soldier's Pay"! I know it was an early work, that his style was not fully developed, that it was considered a minor effort, etc.

But, first of all, I could read it and for the most part clearly understand what was happening. Second, I found what was happening was unexpected and fascinating to me, very poignant, funny, odd, involving. Thirdly, while Faulker's ways of spelling, recording people's thoughts, and richly and repeatedly describing things (like the decadent, sensuous South), the book did immerse me in the scenes at a deeper and more viceral level than a more conventional novel would. Thus, it gave me a strong feeling of presence in this oft-romanticized bygone era; it was very nostalgic -- even though I never lived in the South and was born much later.

The characters -- like the fat, odd, scholarly, obnoxious, sexually aggressive Januarius Jones -- were so unique and intriguing. They are not the kind of characters I've found in other books. The plot was similarly odd and unpredictable; with numerous bizarre scenes.

Two drunken soldiers returning from WW1 take a deeply caring interest in another passenger on their train -- a returning captain who has been horribly disfigured, mentally disabled, and reported as dead. Along with a beautiful war widow who is also on the train (and with whom the two able returning soldiers both fall in love), they help the injured officer to reach his home, and his beloved fiancee, who is shocked and horrified by his condition and can't stand to be near him. Of course, as events unfold, it isn't clear what if anything is going through the injured captain's mind.

This is the kind of book I could easily read over again, and it gives me great pleasure just to think about it. It may not be one of Faulkner's better works from a technical standpoint, but it sure hit the spot with me (unlike the next novel in the Library of America volume -- "Moquitoes"!)

I'm hoping I will now be able to enjoy some of his other efforts in the same intense way.

I love to read and listen to NLP tapes and C.D's to learn all the techniques I possibly can. I must say that in all honesty I was very disappointed in the content of these two c.d.s. Anthony Robbins NLP c.d.'s are the best I've listened to so far. These c.d.'s lacked the content that I was hoping for.

Unless it has since been removed, the review above from Mr. Alex LAM is for the two (2) tape set, and not for the six tape set.

This two tapes audiobook is really good as it is not only giving you theory of how NLP works, but also full of practical exercises of some NLP concepts. I think this audiobook is especially good for people like me, having read several books about NLP, knowing some basic theories, but lack of experience of practicing NLP exercise with a coach face-to-face.

Lots of techniques to apply to various parts of your life.
However, you should have get some practice with creative visualization before. I borrowed the 2 tape/cd version from my local library first and was so intrigued I bought the 6 tape version. I have practiced Silva method quite a bit before so some of the techniques here are familiar to me. Lots of parallels between methodologies. Many paths in the same direction. This series has most of the techniques that are sold individually for much more on eBay etc. Similarly, between this series and NLP : The New Technology of Achievement, you seem to get most of topics covered by the $ x,000 NLP practitioner courses.

This book is a hoot! Or series of same, to be both brief and precise. It's been so long since I read college Faulkner that I can't remember a shred (skein?) of it, but who would be so dyspeptic as to argue that either absurdist humor or bathroom reading are unworthy literary categories -- let alone a genre that combines both?

More to the point: sure, the best single way to learn about style is to read and re-read the great stylists, and so come to grok both the breadth of their differences and the depth of their similarities, and thereby enliven a sense of the space of possibilities for human expression -- both to enhance appreciation of each writer's uniquely in-formed and informing "flavor", and to articulate within oneself a "framing space" for placing (and perchance assessing) the perspectives and technical accomplishments of future writers (yikes -- this style parody stuff is corrupting!).

But reading skillful parody *does* add an undeniable dimension to this enrichment process, by shining a light on the nature of style as such. I recently read selections from some book or other of multi-author parodies (I think it was one of those "an education in a book" titles), and was amazed at how deft they were, at how incapable I would have been to produce such eloquent verbal portraiture -- distorted as in a fun house mirror, but in spite of this (or because of it) so revealing, in terms of elements as subtle as "tone" and "voice".

Interestingly enough, I may have learned more from the parodies of the authors I hadn't read than of those I had. This says something on an intensely fashionable "meta" level about something or other involving mind, language and Being, but, existential self-referentiality being as ineffable as the ineffability of Being itself, I'll have to be excused from articulating it.

ANYway, what the heck -- why not triangulate on these fascinating aspects of literary form? Compare authors with each other, compare them with their respective parodies to sharpen your eye and ear, compare parodies with each other (and do a little theoretical reading on the subject, perhaps) to gain a sense of the stylistic (meta-stylistic?) "vocabulary" or meta-same of literary burlesque -- and by extension (or inversion, or un-perversion, or pre-version -- SOMEbody's version), of the root-level resources of language itself...

P.S. There's a whole subfield of Vedic philosophy dedicated to the analysis of modes of learning from analogies by examining where and how they fail; isn't there an analogy here to the fruits of study of parodies, precisely in terms of their failings as precise metaphors? If so, only the finest products will do for such analyses -- unless they become SO fine as expressions of the authors' sensibilities that it becomes a looking-glass proposition as to which "authorless text" be considered the "original" and which the "'parody'". Even then we might learn something, though it might well be limited to which hemisphere of our brain looks better in a mirror, versus in real life...

A splended collection of Faux Faulkner. Having lived in Oxford and passed the time of day with him in Krogers (he would always stop us to talk to our little boy)...i.e. when we had not mixed him up with Brother John...I can tell you how much he enjoyed this Faux stuff...I suggest that anyone who has grown as a result of sharing his world try their hand at faux...and read the old Oxford Eagle...If Mr. Bill puts your soul on warp speed, order this book right now.

I realize that an American tradition is mocking great writers and painters, but this is ridiculous. Why don't all these idiots go and write their own books? What did Faulkner do to deserve such a FATE? And this brings up a question: WHAT kind of PERSON would WASTE their time reading "faux" Faulkner? The only answer to that QUESTION is No one. No one who has read Faulkner would EVEN BOTHER to imitate him. The only people left to read this book are bored old ladies sipping tea in the south and amusing themselves with a little LITE SOUTHERN "LITERATURE."

Blotner did a prodigious amount of research for this biography. Any later writer who wants to produce a biography of Faulkner will inevitably find himself or herself relying on much of Blotner's work. The reader, however, will not be so grateful. Blotner seems incapable of distinguishing between that which is important and that which is not. It seems as though he has dumped almost everything he learned into this book. And he learned quite a lot. Why we need, for example, to know the names of everyone Faulkner came into contact with? Finally, Blotner is not a gifted writer; his style is typical of the academic. I can only hope someone writes a shorter, more readable biography of Faulkner someday.

Originally published in two volumes, Joseph L. Blotner's biography of the imminent writer of the American South, William Faulkner, is often touted as THE chronicle of Faulkner's life. Blotner's style is really quite readable. Indeed, this text is so accessible, one must question his accountability on some instances of Faukner's words to friends and loved ones. (Who really remembers what his wife's father said to him on a particular day--famous or not?) All in all, though, this chronicle sits on the top of the biographical heap for the time being. And it probably won't be displaced for many years to come.

This is a very long and detailed biography which tells more than most people will want to know about its subject. What disappointed me however was not the work of Blotner which was painstaking and caring, but the figure he depicted. The great writer and Faulkner truly is a great writer seems in his life much smaller than his work. It is not only his unhappy relationship with wife and family, but a general spirit of meanness which prevailed in many of his human relationships. One heartwarming element though is the recognition he received at the end of his life, and the way that seemed to transform him into being more outgoing and generous.

I never received this book due to an error inavailability on the seller"s part.

If you are interested in Japanese woodblock prints or collect fans then you MUST buy this book. The Victoria and Albert Museum in London (V&A) holds the world's largest collection of Hiroshige fan prints (126 prints).

All the prints in the museum's collection are reproduced in full colour in this book. Where the prints have been identified in a series, they are shown in that order in the book, and also in date and subject order.

This book has been long overdue for both people interested in Hiroshige and for fan collectors, and what we have here is a both a gorgeous book, and a great source of knowlege and for reference.

Modestly sized in comparison to most books on Japanese woodblock prints and relatively modest in its scope, "Hiroshige's Fan Prints" could easily be overlooked. But this book--another gem in the Victoria & Albert's series on its Japanese art collection--is worth both a second look and a prized place in your library. The book has beautiful reproductions of more than 125 color prints that the artist Hiroshige created in the nineteenth-century for mounting on the stiff "uchiwa" fans used in the summer months. The text reflects the careful research and clear writing of Rupert Faulkner, the assistant curator of the V&A's Japanese collection. Each text entry provides a richly detailed-mix of information about the artistic quality, substantive symbolism, and literary allusions (where applicable) of each print reproduced. The identification of censor, dating, and publishing seals and a frank assessment of which pieces are likely restrikes provide an added bonus: guideposts for any collector of "ukiyoe" prints who seeks to develop an educated eye for quality and authenticity.

I have to agree with the other reviewer. The book was too ambitious for its length and would have been better overall without the last chapters. There was no reason for the metamorphosis, which slowed the story down and ruined the characters. The beginning of the book was good, but after the heroine was injected, I just did not appreciate it anymore.

I'm an avid Gail Faulkner fan. I really like the alpha males, truly enjoy most of her male leads & this book is no exception. I appreciate the vulnerability of his mate, just didn't really understand why there had to be so many twists & turns in the story. It was a dizzy array of stuff & I felt it kept me from enjoying the book as a whole. The sex scenes were a dichotomy, felt thrown in & didn't really balance the overall chaos.

Jamie is an Alpha Prime. He espies Emma at a family wedding and knows
instinctively and instantly that she is his mate. Emma has been hurt by a wolf before and is very hesitant to acknowledge a mating with Jamie. She knows, though, that if she decides to trust him, she will be richly rewarded with the love of her life.

When an old evil resurfaces, he changes the course of all of their lives. He turns Emma into something new and inconceivable to even a wolf. Struggling to maintain their future, Jamie has to make some unimaginable choices and pray that the results keep his mate not just alive, but by his side.

Jamie is such a hot, intense, dominant Alpha. He screams sex and control!
Jamie's feelings and actions toward Emma are consuming and passionate, both sexually and emotionally. Jamie and Emma's story is hot on so many levels! It's loving, erotic, unique and deliciously kinky.

I really enjoy a book that takes me for a ride. The intense storyline of
Jamie's Cherub kept me engrossed and entertained. As the story developed, I found myself totally immersed in it. It is emotional, action-packed and full of drama. Gail Faulkner scores another hit with Jamie's Cherub!

Nannette
reviewed for Joyfully Reviewed

This is a great book to use with school-age beginner English Language Learners. It is easy to comprehend the text with the illustrations. It has patterned questions which these students can quickly master and use to practice basic vocabulary and speaking skills. These students use the patterned sentence structure of the text as a template to formulate their own questions.

This is a book with cut outs and the last page which is also the climax of the story, was Missing the cutout. This was very disappointing.

This is a great book for kids who really want to lose their teeth. The tooth fairy can't decide who the tooth belongs to until the last page. Then the kids pull a tab to reveal a special surprise for who the tooth belongs to. Way cute!!!
The only problem is that the tab is too easy to remove. One pull and it is out.