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Unique designsReview Date: 2007-07-31
Classic lace patterns for tablecloths or shawlsReview Date: 2005-08-06
The most beautiful lace knitting you'll ever seeReview Date: 2001-03-05
These lace patterns make great baby christening blankets for an important gift, or a wedding shawl.
If you make a tablecloth, you can take a simple cardboard decorators table, drape it with a plain round of colored or neutral polished cotton and then put a handknitted tablecloth on it and have an accent piece that is incredibly beautiful (a decorator table has a cross-base and round top made of particle board or cardboard. You can put a glass round on top, but it isn't necessary. They are very inexpensive.) This is especially nice if you have Victorian or country decor.
Fantastic Follow-up Book!Review Date: 2006-11-03
Exquisite lace knittingReview Date: 2005-07-01
The book is a joy to look at and read and the instructions are clear and well presented.

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Addicting NovelsReview Date: 2005-08-24
A book too good to miss!Review Date: 1998-10-03
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WowReview Date: 2005-05-09
One of the very bestReview Date: 2002-03-23

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Fantastic Book!!!Review Date: 2007-01-09
Excellent bookReview Date: 2006-07-03
Excellent Resource - Must Read for Pastors & CounsellorsReview Date: 2003-03-12
Dr. Smith gives people permission to be angry with God and to express that anger. He makes anger over loss seem acceptable by showing that God was angry when Jesus died. Expressing anger to God is vital for healing and for keeping the relationship with God vibrant.
The book outlines a few strategies for dealing with loss and for assisting those who are dealing with loss.
I highly recommend this book to all pastors and counsellors. Those who have experienced a significant loss may also find the book helpful.
The Best Grief Book Ever! I Read it In Two Days!Review Date: 2001-04-19
Everyone should read this book!Review Date: 2001-06-20

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Free Preview of "The Slaves of Annie's Garden"Review Date: 2006-01-26
They waited until he was out of sight before they started talking to each other. "Lucy, sit your sef down on dat stump ober deah. Les' hab a look at dem knees deah." With Joe's help, Lucy hobbled over to the stump and pulled up her dress. It was a dress that her last master's daughter had given to her when she had no more use for it. Lucy had worn it every day for two years. "Praise Jesus," she had often thought during her pregnancy that the dress was too large for her. Her right knee was scraped just a little. It didn't seem like it was too awful. It was her left knee though that was giving her a considerable amount of pain. "Oh Lucy, dat knee is swole' an' it look lak it broke. I `clair ta goodness, I sho' can't `member when I las' seen sumppin sich as dat. It look lak you bad sick wid de pain ob it! I'se goin' to fetch de Massa. Mebbe' he sen' fo' de doctor." "No, no, no!" Lucy cried out. "You done heahed wha' de boss man said. He tol' us ta stay rat heah. We done promises de Massa dat we be good niggah's and dat's wha' we goin' be." When she got that look on her face Joe knew there was no use trying to persuade her to go any other way. She could be stubborn that way, so Joe gave up.
He looked around at his new home. It looked so dreadful and what was that awful smell? Even with the door open it smelled like death in there. First thing, he was going to do was clean out that fireplace. But he needed a broom. Where could he get one? Maybe he could ask the boss man for some straw and he was sure he could find a thick branch somewhere to make a broom. He looked up and noticed a several small holes in the roof. Maybe he could make shingles from some of the kindling he suspected he would get. He would need a little tar. Something else he could do was make a window. He knew he couldn't get glass, but he could make shutters from the kindling as well. He also knew he had to make a bed for him and his wife. He would need strong tree branches. He figured that he would have to use two long ones. He would also need five or six shorter ones to nail across the longer ones. Maybe the blacksmith would let him have a few nails. He wondered where he would be able to get some flour bags to sew together to make a mattress. Maybe the cook would have some of those on hand. He spoke to Lucy about his thoughts. "Lucy, fust thin' I'se goin' do is make us a bed. You's goin' ta need one wha' wid de chile' comin' an' all. An' I'se goin' clean dis heah cabin too. Mebbe de Massa will gib us some thins' he don' hab no need fo'. Mebbe we's goin' get thins' ta make it homey lak."
He looked over at her and noticed that she didn't seem to be listening to him. "Wha's you thinkin' `bout Lucy? Do de knee pain you?" Lucy started crying. She cried like her heart would never mend. "Wha's de matter wid you?" She screamed at him. "Don' you knows nothin'? Dat Massa won' gib us nothin' `ceptin wha's needed ta keep us alibe. An' dat deah Boss Man ain't but a boy. Who wan's ta hep us? We's ain't nothin' but slaves. Dat's all we is an' dat's all we's ebber goin' be. An' yes, my knee pains me. It hurt lak habbin' a chile I `spose. Jes' quit yer dreamin' Joe. We won' be's free or happy `till we gits ta heaben, so you jes' bettah quit yore dreaming." She started sobbing again. Joe quickly ran to her and knelt down beside her. He held her in his arms while she cried on his shoulder. He held her for a long time until at last she calmed down. "Lucy," he whispered, "ebberthin' goin' be all rat. Jes' you wait an' see."
They heard footsteps coming in their direction. They broke apart and Lucy quickly dried her eyes. She tried to stand up, but couldn't bear the pain. It was horrible. How on earth was she going to be able to work? What would the master do when he found out she was in too bad a shape to work? She leaned next to Joe and stood the best she could even though sweat was poring out of her. "Mister Jackson Sir, the wench fell when she got out of the wagon. I don't know how bad she's hurt but she was limping quite a bit on the walk over here. She fell on her knees. Do you think we should call the Doctor?" Jesse asked. Jackson replied. "I'll take a look at her Jesse. I'm sure it's nothing serious. More than likely, she's trying to get out of work." Lucy and Joe looked at each other when they heard those words. "Deah Lawd Jesus, please gib me strength." Lucy prayed. Jesse and Jackson stood at the open doorway. Both Lucy and Joe looked down. "That won't be necessary. I like to look at whom I'm speaking to." Lucy and Joe looked up cautiously. Jackson continued. "Jesse tells me that you hurt yourself Lucy. Is that so?" "Well Massa, I sho' did fall, but I `spects I aren't hurt too awful bad." Jackson reprimanded her. "From now on, you call me Master Tom." Lucy looked scared. "Yessa, Massa Tom. We sho' nuff goin' call you Massa Tom." Joe responded as well. "Yessa, Massa Tom, we goin' do jes' dat." Lucy didn't know just how much longer she could stand, even holding on to Joe. Sweat was pouring over her entire body. Jackson said in a commanding voice. "Joe, bring that stump over here by the door so I can take a look at her." Joe pleaded. "Massa Tom, if I'se goin' bring dat stump ober deah den I hab ta let go of Lucy and she will fall." "Nonsense," Jackson replied. "Do as you are told." Joe looked at Lucy and then slowly let go of her. She managed to stand on her own for about thirty seconds before she fell to the dirt floor. She moaned in pain. "Deah God, hep me please." She prayed.
In three large steps, Joe was next to her, leaning down to pick her up. "Massa Tom, she goin' need some whar's ta lay her sef' down. Sumppin' soft. Mebbe some straw?" "Very well, bring her over to the cabin next to this one. The slave's root doctor has a bed over there." Jackson was very irritated. Joe carefully carried his wife next door. Jesse was already ahead of them opening the door of the cabin next door. He was astonished when he found an old woman sitting in a rocking chair. She had two candles burning for light. She looked up. "Lay her ober deah." She pointed to the bed up against the wall. The bed had a thick quilt on it as well as two feather pillows. The mattress was filled with cotton. It was a soft bed, intended for sick slaves only. In the corner by the fireplace was an old wood stove. Above the stove, several boiling pans and spoons were hanging. By the fireplace, several roots and herbs were hanging up to dry. In the middle of the room stood an old wooden table. On the table was a stack of clean rags. Jesse pulled back the old quilt and Joe carefully laid his wife on the bed. "Wha's wrong wid her?" The old woman asked. Joe answered. "She fell. She hab pain in her knee an' she cain't walk." "How many moons `afore de chile' comes?" she asked him. "She say `bout one." Joe replied. She looked at Jackson. "Massa Tom, please hab all deese peoples leave outta heah. I can't heal wid people's in heah." "Kin I stay put?" Joe asked her. She looked into his eyes and viciously told him. "I say out. I'se let you all know when she bettah." Jackson spoke up. "You heard her. Everyone out. NOW!" The "root doctor" as Jackson referred to her, had a name. She had an African name. Her name was Binta. Translated, the name means "With God". It was a name given to her by her grandmother who was kidnapped from Africa. She has had many masters and not one of them had known it was an African name. They just supposed it was a name picked out of a hat, so to speak. She was able to keep her name, if nothing else. Her grandmother had taught her the age old tradition of healing with herbs and roots. Her grandmother also had told her many stories of her beautiful home in Africa. How everything grew so green and full of life and of the many strange and beautiful animals that lived there. She spoke often of her mother and father and her seven brothers and sisters. She told her of the day she was taken from her family at the age of twelve. She had wandered off from her village out into the wide open spaces, looking for beautiful flowers. She had wanted to present them to her mother. She remembers seeing a group of white men with black traitors leading them. They spotted her from a distance of about fifty feet, just as they were coming out of the forest. The white man who appeared to be their leader had said something to the black men in a strange language. Her grandmother became scared and had started running. She had heard many stories of how Africans would leave home, never to return again. Her mother had warned her never to leave the village. Oh, how she wished she had listened to her. The men came upon her quickly. They tied her arms to her body and forced her to walk for a full day to a place where many Africans were in chains and cages. She was thrown in with them. They were all crying and speaking in different languages. She felt as if her heart had been torn from her. She was so afraid. She remembers the trip to America, but that's where her grandmother always ended her story. She did not want to hurt Binta's ears with the horrors that went on in the ship.
Binta's parents and grandmother were all lucky enough to live together until she was sixteen years old. Their master had died and they were all sold apart by his heirs. She never got over the pain of that. She was sold many times through out her eighty-three years. The last time was of course, to Jackson. He bought her for cheap, because she was seventy years old at the time. The auctioneer had said that she was a good root doctor. Jackson had bought her because he did not want to pay the price of a traditional doctor every time one of his slaves got sick. She had even loved a man once many years ago. She was twenty when she met him, a new slave to the plantation that she was on at the time. That man was her one and only lover. She was sold from him on her twenty-second birthday. She cried, she pleaded, she begged. Nothing worked. They were jerked apart as if they were no more than two pieces of old wood that had been nailed together. She had thanked God that she did not have any children. She could not have stood it being sold away from a loved one again. She vowed that she would never let her self love or to be loved again. That is, until Katie came into her life.
The young girl had been living in Binta's cabin with her for the past few years. When Katie's parents had been sold, the master made her take Katie home with her. The girl was fifteen years old now. She has been teaching Katie the practice of healing with herbs and roots. She knew that at eighty-three, she didn't have long to live. She did not want to leave her people with out someone to help them if they became sick. Jackson had allowed for Katie to become her student for a few hours of each day. He knew the value of a good root doctor. In the mornings, she would go work with Martha in the kitchen and then at lunch time, she would come to be with Binta. Together, they would take walks in the woods, or by the creek or even the open fields to find what the white man called "weeds." These "weeds" would be identified by Binta. The girl was questioned constantly about them by the old woman. Katie soon became familiar with all the herbs and roots, and what each one was used for. She was not quite as experienced as Binta, but the old woman knew that if she should die tomorrow, Katie could take over with no problem. Binta had broken her vow not to love again. She loved Katie as if she was her own child, and Katie loved her in return. Together they made a family.
Being the root doctor came with many benefits. She was treated with respect, even by Jackson. She and Katie both had hand made bed rails with cotton mattresses. They both had a pillow and a warm quilt. They had wood floors, and they got to eat food from the kitchen of the main house. Binta's meals were brought to her by Katie. She sat thinking about the beautiful child, how her long black silky hair curled so sweetly around her face. She had skin the color of a new born fawn and she had green eyes. She was the master's daughter, but of course he didn't claim her. He used her as a slave. She had no special mean-ing to him except that she was the student of the root doctor. Binta almost dozed off thinking of her when she came in. "Binta," she cried out, "hab you seen de new slaves? I jes' brought vittals to de new slave an' de new Boss Man but I sho' `nuff didn't see de woman. I brought food fo' you too." A movement on the other side of the room caught Katie's eye. "Oh, is dat de woman?" "Yes chile. Dat be de man's woman. Her name be Lucy." Binta whispered. "She poorly sick. Be quiet, she restin' an' de Lawd knows she goin' need all de rest she kin git."
Binta picked up her spoon and began to eat what the girl had brought from the kitchen. It was a good meal. There were baked sweet potatoes, and collard greens cooked with boiled pork. The trouble was Binta's appetite wasn't what it used to be. She barely got down half her meal. She thought to herself. "I'se old now. I'se born in bondage and I'se goin' die in bondage. But de Lawd goin' set me free one ob deese days. I'se goin' be raised up ta Glory Land one day soon an' all my trials be ober." Without thinking, she yelled out. "Praise Jesus!" Katie looked up, but gave it no mind. The old woman was doing that a lot lately. Instead, she asked Binta. "Wha's wrong wid her?"
Review of "The Slaves of Annie's Garden"Review Date: 2006-01-26
This is a story of both the black and white people that lived in the early 1800's. There are many surprizes in this book. The reader will be surprised to realize that every character is doing the best that they can with what they have to work with. The ending is not at all what one would expect. I give this book 5 stars*****.
Customer Review for The Slaves of Annie's Garden, Written by Deborah Bocock SmithReview Date: 2005-12-06
This book covers the experiences of love, abuse, rejection, poverty, rape, death, insanity and courage of eace beloved named character. The writer allows the reader to transition from sadness to joy fluently. The ending of The Slaves of Annie's Garden presents a twist that is awe-inspiring and fascinating.
As a high school English teacher, I would recommend The Slaves of Annie's Garden for good story bound reading, as the characters are all fictitious. Smith uses some astounding and explicit facts, which were recorded in history regarding slavery. This book is positively a far better marker than the American History books used in most of the educational institutions. This is a reading element, which could be implemented within the language arts subject of middle school through high school. Nevertheless, I also highly recommend this book for adults, Christian reading groups and for all lifestyles.
I am proud to say that I will use The Slaves of Annie's Garden as a teaching tool for my grandchildren to learn and have a clear understanding of how the exploitation of slavery affected their ancestry of African American heritage. It is my intention to include it in my family library as a literary keepsake.
Juree S. Pugh
12/2005
FREE PREVIEW BY AUTHORReview Date: 2005-11-15
The cotton fields were ready for planting now. The field hands had gone out this morning to plant the seeds and cover them with soil. They planted each seed carefully. They knew that this time of year was crucial to the cotton growing. They also knew that there would be many lashings if Jackson heard of even one seed that didn't take root. They had all been lashed from time to time, and they were used to it. Still, they never got over the humiliation that came with the beatings. Jackson's slaves caught glimpses of his new slaves. All twenty of the new slaves had come to work in the field with them. They were glad for the extra help. It might help prevent a few lashings if the work was done faster.
They were so weary too. They worked from sunup to sundown. The women especially. When they stumbled into their cabins at night, they still had their own chores to do. On the weekends it was a little easier, but still, they worked. They tended to their children, and they tried to clean their cabins the best they could. They washed and mended what clothing they had. They worked on their own gardens too. At least they were seeing the fruits of their own labor. It seemed to the women that they never got any rest. Not knowing what to do about it didn't help any. They were prisoners. There was really noth-ing that they could do about it.
When the women were working in the fields, they worried con-stantly about their children. The suckling babies had to lie in the field in any shady spot their mothers could find. The babies were only allowed to be changed and fed only when the overseer said it was alright. Sometimes, the babies had to wait three or four hours before being fed. The mothers never had enough nutrients in their milk to satisfy them. As for the children under the age of seven, they were lucky if they got corn mush in the morning. At noon they were allowed only cabbage broth with bread.
By the time the mother's came in from the field, all their children would be crying with hunger pains. They would try to fix their children a small meal before sending them to bed. Many children died before the age of two. If not from malnutrition, than from one of the many childhood diseases that children get. The old woman tried to save as many as she could. With her limited knowledge of medicine though, there was only so much that she could do.
The Slaves of Annie's GardenReview Date: 2005-08-04

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Entertaining made simple and scrumptious!Review Date: 2008-05-14
Another great resouce for foodies!Review Date: 2008-04-14
Delicious recipes full of flavor that anyone can makeReview Date: 2008-04-04
Another Winner!Review Date: 2008-04-03
Marguerite Does It Again!Review Date: 2008-04-03

One of my Top 5 Faves...Review Date: 2001-12-05
A must for cat lover'sReview Date: 2001-06-25
If you love cat's I highly recommend this book.
My Review of Solo's JourneyReview Date: 2003-10-12
It all starts off where Solo, as a kit, wakes up at the third darkfall that his mother and sister-kits had been away. When he went to get food from the Keep he met the three friends Spanno, Selven, and Ponder, and eventually became great friends with them.
Trying to fit in to a Quorum, Solo finds, is more difficult than it seems. Although he is taught well by his friends
( Kitty-Kitty is his replacement mother, Ponder teaches him to fight, Selven teaches the art of quickness, Spanno teaches hunting, and the rest of the Quorum fills in the rest.) Solo is forced to endure the endless taunts and jeers by the cats, even his friends.
After the great Speaker passes on, Solo somehow is able to solve many problems, given the title Speaker-kit. He grudgingly accepts the label, although he had no clue what would happen next.
After an invasion from the North Territory their Dom starts to become steadily insane and works the cats on watch cruelly. After challenging him with a fight Spanno becomes the new Dom. But after an exlplosion from a giant metal, screeching creation of the Owners the cats call a Raufaul, there is a tragic fire, destroying Dom Spanno and appointing Dom Solo. As Solo learns he has to lead the cats into freedom and wilderness he finally finds his purpose in life.
I sincerely think that this is truly one of the best and most creative stories of all time, and I strongly recommend this story to anyone who wants to read an exciting, strong, poetic and touching story which not only is a wonderful read, but is also filled with lessons and different points of view from an animal most of us don't understand.
By Mary R.
SOLO'S JOURNEYReview Date: 2003-09-25
Not only was "Solo's Journey" a delight to read, the wonderful descriptions throughout the story made me wish I was a film producer and could have "Solo's Journey" become a movie.
Ms Joy Smith Akin is so talented; unfortunately, I haven't been able to find more of her writtings anywhere. There was very lit-
tle, too written about the author on the book jacket.
Inspirational and informational cat storyReview Date: 2000-02-15

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Uplifting reading experienceReview Date: 2007-10-17
Fabulous!Review Date: 2007-10-07
Amazing insightsReview Date: 2007-10-02
I recommend Soul Wisdom to anyone who yearns for fulfillment and enjoys life exploration. Read it, and watch the miracles start to happen!
Exceptional!Review Date: 2007-09-28
Absolutely Soul Inspiring!Review Date: 2007-09-28
In Soul Wisdom Laurie Smith invites us to expand our reality and receive the guidance offered by the soul on all matters of human experience, and our interconnection with the whole. I accept wholeheartedly! Thank you Laurie.

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Tells it like it really isReview Date: 2004-03-21
The book starts out by correcting false conceptions of reality - Barbie is not real, most magazine images are fake, don't base your idea of reality on fantasy, don't compare yourself to other women. Of course it does not end there but goes on into other ways that women tend to try to fit into the molds of others. Examples of these include games like the perfection game, reward and punishment, and head games you use to fool yourself into thinking you are healthier than you really are. All the head games are basically things we do to ourselves or that others do to us in order to alter our perception of reality. She concludes the body size section with a simple, yet profound statement. Don't give yourself away to the marketing hype, your true size is the size you were meant to be - the size your body is most happy with. Instead of striving for a size, strive for well-being.
Other suggestions include getting rid of clutter, both physical and mental. Decide what is important and get on with your life. She then turns back to the striving for well-being and discusses using your eating personality to your advantage, choosing a personal trainer, and myths and misunderstandings about exercise, strength training, etc. This is a recommended book for anyone who wants to proclaim independence from the commercial and social entrapments of life and become who they were meant to be. Will it work? I don't know. For many people it is an intense struggle to try to overcome the constant bombardments of the media trying to force you into a mold that will create a regular stream of monetary income for them. This book shines a light onto the correct path, but it is not an easy walk in our current social environment.
A truly effective and "user friendly" manual Review Date: 2004-09-12
A book that is both Sensible and Savvy about our well-beingReview Date: 2004-02-24
Enlightened and Do-AbleReview Date: 2004-02-28
Be Who You AreReview Date: 2005-04-20
With all the makeover shows on TV, we already realize it takes a lot of effort to look like a model. Since I tend to be one of those tall people who can't fit into petite clothes no matter how much I weigh, I'm always hunting for longer sleeves and wondering why being taller often forces me to buy clothes that are just too big for me. I had also started to disassociate myself from those who wield photo-capturing devices because I rarely liked how my pictures turned out. Is this because I'm comparing my pictures to pictures on the covers of magazines?
As I viewed the most recent Swimsuit Edition, I did wonder if even men were not longing to view some women with hips or a more comfortable shape. The facts are, most of the models we view are tiny or look sickly in reality. If pictures add pounds, imagine how skinny they really are. Many models (size 2-8) say they feel sick all the time. Why do we all want to look like teenage boys? I don't. I'm proud of my hips and feminine curves.
Carrie Myers Smith is also tired of the Media pushing an unrealistic image on the public and presents a realistic view of the fashion industry. Most of us will never be a size 4 or 6 and the facts are that the average American woman is a size 14. So, this book is definitely needed to show us the reality instead of the fantasy.
There is the fantasy body image and then there is reality. You can be healthy and not be a size 6. If you are tired of quick-fix theories and want to be who you are, then you can read about what is "eating you" instead of what to eat. Topics Include:
Why Diets Don't Work
Living Life on Purpose - Not by Accident
Stress-Savers
Self-Care or Self-Nurturing
Games Other People Play
Carrie talks about the much-needed topic of "Healthy Living Saboteurs." As my husband said, "Those are people who are purposely trying to sabotage your diet." To him I say: "Honey, stop bringing home those boxes of cookies and giant tubs of cashew nuts." OK, I can't eat either of those items, but still I think after reading this book I realized he does tend to bring home all the food I would never buy.
There is also a spiral-bound version of this book or you can download a workbook from the books' site. Each chapter has "Stepping Stones" points for reflection.
Do you need to:
De-clutter your life? Donate Items to Charity?
Develop healthy habits?
Be happier with your body type?
Set realistic goals?
Hire a personal trainer?
So, can you enjoy a few Leonidas chocolate squares and not feel guilty about it? Sure the author isn't presenting a diet plan. She is presenting an "Indi-Fit-ual" Plan. What are you trying to accomplish? There are many ideas for how you can multitask to fit in exercise. I've found I can fold laundry while doing the Walk Away the Pounds workouts, but you could also listen to motivational CDs while on your treadmill or take your pet out for a walk. I was thinking I couldn't go walking with my pets, but then I found a pet stroller for my cats.
Carrie Myers Smith has decided that no one and absolutely nothing is going to get in the way of her self-esteem. So, reading this book gives you a good helping of personal power and creative ideas for implementing her ideas. I loved her "Bringing the Spa Home" section where she talks about creating a sanctuary. Can I just say: "Er'go candles!"
This book could take any woman from tired and frazzled to self-nurturing and in control. It is amazing how much information this book provides in 250 pages. A must-read for every woman in our society who is fed up with being told she has to look like she is starving to death. While I know I'll never be a size 6 I have nothing against airbrushing a picture. I sure hope someone airbrushes the pictures from my last photo shoot. Hee..hee...
Buy this book and then go sit out in the sun, read this book and enjoy life. Life is far too short to worry about being a size 6 when you may always be a size 14. Look into Yoga, Pilates and a walking routine, it helps with the stress of life.
~The Rebecca Review


Well-written and interesting on several different levels...Review Date: 2008-07-21
An Charming Arthurian TaleReview Date: 2008-07-19
This adventure is almost completely related to Arthurian legend, except with a nod to JK Rowling through the character of Fern Huddleston. I was not at all familiar with more than just the basics of King Arthur and his knights, but my husband grew up as a big fan. For him, it was fun to meet up with old friends in a continuation of the legend.
We began by reading the book aloud to each other and giggled like 'tweens as we watched the story unfold. Within a couple days we quit reading the book together because of my impatience to see what would happen next. I read during my workout (had a great physical fitness week!), while cooking dinner, and even had secret reading in the middle of the night!
Next stop: Read more Arthurian tales.
I highly recommend this fun and imaginative read. I look forward to reading it to my children when they are older! And I hope the rumors are true that a sequel is on its way.
Wonderful read for all ages!Review Date: 2008-07-16
Awesome book!Review Date: 2008-07-09
Sydney Wakefield reviewReview Date: 2008-06-30
I had so much fun reading this book! Mystical & adventurous! I couldn't wait to finish but didn't want the story to end! I hope Sydney, Henderson, & their friends are back soon to share more of their exciting adventures! I am anxiously waiting...

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A must have book for all figure skating fansReview Date: 1998-07-11
A good read, but somewhat "nationalistic"Review Date: 1999-01-04
A Can't Miss!Review Date: 1998-06-19
Beverley Smith clearly has a respect for figure skating and a love for the sport. This third book of hers is much more factually accurate than the first two and triply as interesting. It doesn't have pretty pictures like "Figure Skating: A Celebration" or "Talking Figure Skating," but the in-depth profiles are captivating to read.
If you only buy one figure skating book this year, make this it! I guarantee you won't be able to put it down!
Lipinski, Kwan, Bobek, Lu, and More!!!Review Date: 1998-03-27
showed the competition going into the 1998 olympics. The book
gave it's perdictions, and wasn't byist at all. This book also went behond what the skaters do on the ice.
This really gave insiders report. It was almost like reading a "People" magizine report--- it gave all
the details on all the skaters. I defainitly reccomend reading this book.
I haven't read the edition pictured here,...Review Date: 2001-04-18
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