Jackson Books

By Jeffrey W. Bennett, ISP, author of ISP Certification-The Industrial Security Professional Exam Manual and Under the Lontar Palm

Not many leadership books are written for lower level leaders. This book is. I have experienced different levels of leadership and only wish that I had known about The Leader years ago.

My company is currently teaching Leadership 101 to internal employees and reading The Leader is a pre-requisite. The Leader has exercises that map out how to lead the team, create vision, and achieve goals. Not surprisingly, it accurately identifies some of the interaction that you and your team will experience during the journey.

The Leader is a MUST HAVE resource within reach and not on the shelf.

As the Instructor of a course in Leadership at a major university in Philadelphia, I have found that Frigon's book to be the perfect text book for several reasons. First of all, it is an easy-reader, straight forward,not swimming with pretentious philosophical babble that could turn-off young college students. Secondly, it spells out with clarity the many important dynamics of leadership, team work, and visioning in a (step by step) process that clearly explains these concepts in practical, applicable terms. This is great for those who may be unfamiliar with the concepts of leadership and management, yet the book in no way oversimplifies these concepts for experienced executives or educators; rather it helps the experienced manager to redefine his/her pracitices of leadership by offering many hands-on techniques that will never become obselete. These principles and practices help to continually develop the skills that are needed to maintain the pole position in one's personal and professional life. Thirdly, Frigon's book is concise and precise proving that you don't need a whole lotta pages to get to the point. This is also great in terms of teaching. Students have read this book comprehensively two or three times per semester...on their own...as an on-going guide like none other. And lastly...the price is right... buy two.. give one as a gift to someone who is hungry for success...Excellent! Nothing more to say.

I was so stressed about going to college in the fall that I couldn't sleep - even before I graduated from high school. It may sound cheesy, but after reading this book, I feel so much more ready to tackle college and all of its social and academic mountains. The student essays and interviews are really amazing and the book feels like a good friend helping you get ready. I definitely recommend it!

If you are currently in public school and are thinking about trying to get into a top university, YOU NEED THIS BOOK. The advice is very practical and backed up with so much detail and common sense. The book is also so inspirational! I bought copies for all of my friends' children!

Candy Moulton gives the reader an excellent historical review of the Jackson Hole, Wyoming area, back when it was being homesteaded. We get to see and feel the hardships of what these people went through in the 1800's...from how they built their homes, plowed their fields, put up with inclement weather... along with a major natural disaster in the 1920's which affected many of the folks in the valley. I've been to the beautiful Teton area a few times, and never really gave it a thought as to what went on there so long ago. I enjoyed the book a bunch. Good job Candy!

I found this a "good read", fascinating history of the Old West. The author truly takes the reader back to "just the way it was" during homesteading days. I would recommend this to young and old alike. Like Candy Moulton's other titles this one is a winner.

From back cover:

"In the years since its first appearance, 'Life in Classrooms' has attained the status of a classic, a milestone in the close study of the educational process at its most fundamental level. Widely read and much discussed, the book has spurred researchers to examine ever more deeply the dynamics of classroom learning - a process that must remain the cornerstone of educational change. Philip Jackson's observations and insights remain as pertinent and as central to educational research as ever; this book invites, even demands, rereading. For the reissue, the author has supplied a new introduction with his reflections on the writing of the book and on the role of the educational researcher.

'Life in Classrooms' continues to challenge its readers. Faculty and students in graduate education programs, educational researchers and practitioners, and those with an interest in the dynamics of the classroom will all find much of value in this book."


Chapter contents:

* The Daily Grind
* Students' Feelings about School
* Involvement and Withdrawl in the Classroom
* Teachers' Views
* The Need for New Perspectives

I was first introduced to Jackson's work while getting my M.A. in Elementary Education at New York Univeristy. After my first exposure to sections of this book, I went out and bought it. Life In Classrooms focuses on the aspects of school that are not given enough attention in education theory and debates. This book provides anaylsis of the 'everyday' curriculum. The most important concepts expounded upon are the fuctions and repercussions of crowds, praise and power that seem inherent in every school system in America. This is a brilliant book!

I bought this books once. It is a lovely design book with a hardcover and bookjacket. This is the second book which was revised and upgraded by J. Brown. The book bears the same tittle the first one did:"Life's little Instruction Book" , which was meant for his son in college. Somehow, it became a bestseller. Now he come up with more words of wisdom, he offer us volume 2. There are so much incouraging and practical sentences in the book which I found them tremendously helpful for anybody who are willing to practice them. I am sure you will want to read them everyday, if you want to be a better person. I gave my first one to a friend. She loved it. Now I feel I need to buy another copy for myself. I highly recommend this one to anybody. PS. They have another book tittle "The Complete life's little instruction book". I don't know if it is the combination of the two. If it is, I think you should order it instead of this one. One more thing, this version is the nicest lookin one I found in store. Don't go for the paper back version although they are at half the price of this hardcover.

Several years ago, my brother gave me LIFE'S LITTLE
INSTRUCTION BOOK by H. Jackson Brown, Jr. . . . it contained
fatherly advice that the author gave to his son, Adam, before he
left for school . . . I loved it; so much so, in fact, that I gave a copy to my daughter before she began college.

Volume II came out sometime thereafter, but I've only managed
to track it down within the last few weeks . . . and am I glad
that I did . . . although none of the advice is particularly

earth-shattering, virtually all of it makes sense.

I found myself reading each idea once, then revisiting it
a second and sometimes even a third time as its wisdom
hit home . . . there were many memorable bits of advice;
to cite just a few:

Love deeply and passionately. You might get hurt, but it's the
only way to live life completely.
Create a little signal only your wife knows so that you can show her you love her across the room.
Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves
something, and has lost something.
Remember that just the moment you say, "I give up," someone else seeing the same situation is saying, "My, what a great opportunity."
When you lose, don't lose the lesson.
Don't marry a woman who picks at her food.
Never miss a chance to dance with your wife.
Ask yourself if you would feel comfortable giving your two best
friends a key to your house. If not, look for some new best friends.
Take the stairs when it's four flights of less.
When talking to your doctor, don't let him or her interrupt or end the session early. It's your body and your money. Stay until al your questions are answered to your satisfaction.

I found this book to be a wonderful little volume filled with thoughts and ideas that are designed to challenge us to a better, more fulfilling life. You can't help but recognize the wisdom and truth in these pages. If you were to only apply 1/8th of this book to your life, you would find yourself to be one of the happiest and most fulfilled people you know. I guarantee it.

After visiting my boyfriend this past weekend, I seen this book. As I started to read it, I could not put it down. It is a great insperation when you need a quick pick me up when you are in a "different" mood or confronted by a situation. I am getting a book of my own.

I think that Henry Garfield did an absolutely perfect job wrighting this book. This book hints that Columbus, Cabot's childhood friend, really wasn't as fearless and daring as history books insist. According to this book, Cabot was much more intent on knowing, without a doubt, that the land he reached was, in fact, Asia. Columbus, finding land after crossing only half the distance to Asia, immediately wished to end the voyage. Knowing that he hadn't found Asia, yet not willing to return home a failure, he told the queen that he had found a string of islands off of Asia's coast. Cabot, reading the signs that Columbus showed, knew that he hadn't really found Asia. He knew that if he left, proved Columbus a lier, and then returned home to King Henry, he would become famous! Putting this into mind he left for Asia.
While Cabot leaves to find Asia, he leaves his middle son, Sebastian, at home. Sebastian, jealous of his father's occupation, becomes a river pilot. Sebastian learns a lot about Columbus and the world around him while his father is gone. If you want to know more, read the book to find out...

The early explorers faced oceans of unknown terrors when they set sail to look for a shorter route to the Asian mainland. In 1492 Christopher Columbus thought he might have discovered Asia. But his rival and friend, John Cabot, felt that Columbus had not found a southern route to Asia. Based upon study, calculations and his own explorations, Cabot set out in 1497 to possibly prove his old rival wrong and to find this route himself.

When Cabot leaves Bristol, England, he takes his two sons, Ludovico and Sancio. He leaves 15-year-old Sebastian behind to care for the explorer's patient wife, Mattea. While Sebastian resents being left behind, he finds comfort in the letters he begins to receive from Sancio. The letters are filled with the long days of boredom and also some of the excitement as they embark into less explored areas. However, the letters stop abruptly and everyone is left to wonder what has happened. The only information they get comes through rumor and gossip as sailors come and go in the busy port. History sheds no light on this last voyage of John Cabot, but through the skillful storytelling skills of Henry Garfield, we catch a glimpse of what might have happened to this group of daring and brave explorers.

The letters to Sebastian from Sancio continue to be written but are not mailed, and it is this clever twist that allows readers to follow an intriguing path of the sailors' fates. Sancio, who is skilled in languages, writes to his brother that there is unrest among the men. This unrest possibly comes from two things: they feel that they have reached an Asian coastline, so it is time to return, and they are lonely for female company. "I think the sight of the native women has reminded some of the men of the loneliness of sea travel. There were two fights today." Sancio continues to assure his brother that he feels his father has discovered an important land mass from England.

"When we return to England, Sebastian, we will bring with us the certainty that a great mass of land, reachable by ship from the shores of Europe, does indeed lie in the Western Ocean. It is Father's discovery, and he will become famous for it. I daresay the world as we know it will never be the same."

The political maneuverings, the intrigues and deceptions are all captured in the rush of adventures that flow throughout this book. Henry Garfield presents a realistic picture of the possible horrors and heartbreaks that might have been experienced by Cabot's crew. Clipper ship tales are quite popular these days, and this exciting story of John Cabot's last voyage is sure to be enjoyed for its insights and wonderful historical pictures.

--- Reviewed by Sally M. Tibbetts (stibbetts@maine207west.k12.il.us)

Nat Jackson speaks for everyman --and woman --who wrestles with the joys and foibles of falling in and out of love and yearns for something more enduring --a "mature love," a lifelong friend, lover, companion. Inspired by his own experiences which he shares in an unpretentious style (so refreshing in this era of Mars-Venus-Godess "experts" on the human heart) Jackson is wise enough to turn to the real love gurus for advice on the dance between the sexes. Throughout, he includes illuminating nuggets of wisdom from thinkers and writers such as Chaucer, Ovid, Shakespeare, Plato, and Blake and gifted women like Jane Austen, Dorothy Parker, Virginia Woolf, Betty Friedan and Edith Wharton. These sages touch on everything from "Dating Advice for Women" to "Keeping the Love Alive." Love isn't stripped of its mysteries rather, like a fine wine, it's contemplated, celebrated, and savored for its paradoxes. (Check out page 115: "We need, when we love, really only this: to let each other go; for holding on is easy and does not have to be learned." Rainer Marie Rilke.)
Along with this wisdom there is Fun! The fun is that the reader gets to eavesdrop on centuries of conversations. Some women may protest a man entering this circle and sharing love advice for women, but Jackson freely admits that his views are subjective, not the final say, and does so without Hubris. I like this "Annie Hall" approach. As a reader I get to eavesdrop on love, on what appeals, from a man's perspective, and then I get to listen in on the sage women quoted throughout. It's a lively conversation.
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Love Advice for Women is a truly exquisite book, both inside and out. The cover design is striking, and what's inside is just as impressive. I bought the book for myself because I'm a classic literature buff, but I plan to give some as gifts to my friends who moan and groan about their love lives. I highly recommend this book as a gift because it's very attractive and also an interesting concept. The author seems to have done extensive research to come up with so many quotes about love, and even though it's not supposed to be a heavy-duty advice book, the quotes and commentary are surprisingly on target for giving one fresh ways of looking at dating and relationships. So, I enjoyed it not only from the literary sense but found it practical as well.

This book is excellent and detailed enough for The Epilepsy Phenome/Genome Project Biomedical Informatics staff, under the supervision of Dr. Kuzniecky, to use this book as a manual to guide their development of an MRI reviewing software for the review of 2250 MRIs of patients with IGE, LRE, IS, LGS, PMG, and PVNH. It is detailed, thorough, and Dr. Kuzniecky is an expert in his subject.

This book, written by some of the best neuroimage and epilepsy specialists, is a very good overview of neuroimage.It concerns not only neuroimage, but also some essential concepts that make this field easier to understand, specially for beginners.Even if it is not the case, the reader will find a very rich reference by the end of each chapter.
I really recomend this pleasent reading.

Everything had started very Spartan for Mahalia Jackson (1911-1972), in New Orleans: She had to scavenge coal from the railroad tracks or collect wood from the river bank after the early death of her mother for the family of her strict aunt Duke. New Orleans had many shade sides for Mahalia: She hated the rigorous racial segregation. And she hated "Mardi Gras": Using carnival rites, hiding their identities behind their masks criminals killed. (The son of her aunt died at such a "Mardi Gras" event.) She therefore used the chance 1927, aged 16, and accompanied another sister (Hannah) of her deceased mother to Chicago. Somebody named Louis Armstrong had made up his mind similarly at that time. She got in the north of the USA the opportunity to join a quartet - soon after her voice had jealously been classified as too striking in the church choir. At first she had a hard row to hoe with a minister, who did not like her hand clapping and did not tolerate her rhythmical body movements. He furiously recommended her the return to the south. She stayed in Chicago, succeeded with her style, but it still should last long until she could drive a lavender-colored Cadillac, could buy a seven-room house in a white neighborhood, guarded by police. At least she had success. She celebrated her annual appearances in the New York Carnegie Hall or in radio shows, was praised by Martin Luther King or sang for president Eisenhower (in the 1950s) or for the inaugural at of John F. Kennedy (in the 1960s). She sang for the civil rights March on Washington or met Indira Gandhi. When she appeared (for a recording session) on the occasion of a symposium of music professors in Lenox, Massachusetts, she afterwards was assigned to sleep in a converted stable. When she woke up in her horse stall early in the morning, she heard tape recordings of her own voice floating out of the splendid villa windows. She felt very angry. She would never forget this situation. And she never has forgotten her very beginning: In New Orleans she had heard the voice of Enrico Caruso out of the windows of white neighborhoods. And she listened to the voice of Bessie Smith, coming out of the windows in black neighborhoods. A mixture of it became her own unmistakable style. Moreover, her musical heart had been set on fire at the funeral rites in New Orleans - particularly at the happier pieces following the respective burial. The blues made her too sad, she said. She disapproved by the way, that the honor of a traditional, street party like New Orleans funeral never was granted to a woman. Therefore she wrote the song "Jesus met the woman at the well". In January 1972 Mahalia was treated to a traditional New Orleans funeral. She liked bands, playing slow dirges, following a coffin drawn by white horses...

Everything had started very Spartan for Mahalia Jackson (1911-1972), in New Orleans: She had to scavenge coal from the railroad tracks or collect wood from the river bank after the early death of her mother for the family of her strict aunt Duke. New Orleans had many shade sides for Mahalia: She hated the rigorous racial segregation. And she hated "Mardi Gras": Using carnival rites, hiding their identities behind their masks criminals killed. (The son of her aunt died at such a "Mardi Gras" event.) She therefore used the chance 1927, aged 16, and accompanied another sister (Hannah) of her deceased mother to Chicago. Somebody named Louis Armstrong had made up his mind similarly at that time. She got in the north of the USA the opportunity to join a quartet - soon after her voice had jealously been classified as too striking in the church choir. At first she had a hard row to hoe with a minister, who did not like her hand clapping and did not tolerate her rhythmical body movements. He furiously recommended her the return to the south. She stayed in Chicago, succeeded with her style, but it still should last long until she could drive a lavender-colored Cadillac, could buy a seven-room house in a white neighborhood, guarded by police. At least she had success. She celebrated her annual appearances in the New York Carnegie Hall or in radio shows, was praised by Martin Luther King or sang for president Eisenhower (in the 1950s) or for the inaugural at of John F. Kennedy (in the 1960s). She sang for the civil rights March on Washington or met Indira Gandhi. When she appeared (for a recording session) on the occasion of a symposium of music professors in Lenox, Massachusetts, she afterwards was assigned to sleep in a converted stable. When she woke up in her horse stall early in the morning, she heard tape recordings of her own voice floating out of the splendid villa windows. She felt very angry. She would never forget this situation. And she never has forgotten her very beginning: In New Orleans she had heard the voice of Enrico Caruso out of the windows of white neighborhoods. And she listened to the voice of Bessie Smith, coming out of the windows in black neighborhoods. A mixture of it became her own unmistakable style. Moreover, her musical heart had been set on fire at the funeral rites in New Orleans - particularly at the happier pieces following the respective burial. The blues made her too sad, she said. She disapproved by the way, that the honor of a traditional, street party like New Orleans funeral never was granted to a woman. Therefore she wrote the song "Jesus met the woman at the well". In January 1972 Mahalia was treated to a traditional New Orleans funeral. She liked bands, playing slow dirges, following a coffin drawn by white horses...