I LEARNED MORE AND WAS ENTERTAINED MORE ABOUT THE WILD WEST "GOLD FEVER" DAYS THAN ANY OTHER BOOK!! IT WAS SO GREAT I COULD NOT PUT IT DOWN UNTIL THE LAST PAGE! I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEXT BOOK!! THIS IS A MUST BOOK FOR ALL WHO LOVE THE HISTORY AND GLAMOUR OF THE WILD, WILD WEST'S GLORY DAYS!!!!!

Riches Untold is the first book in the Chronicles of the Golden Frontier series with new author J.Landon Ferguson. This Christian novel contains wonderful historical facts and events about one of the most colorful events in American History (the gold and silver boomtown days). The characters are great and very believable. I can't wait for book #2.

Embarking on a new journey, to a new place can be dangerous especially when Jennifer DeSpain travels to Black Hawk, Colorado with her family and friends. Packing and selling everything was easy to do but getting there would be twice the fun. Suddenly when the train comes to a complete stop and is robbed, 'The Kissing Bandit' gets both their money and a kiss.

When they arrive in a nearby town they have no money until an unusual person saves the day. They finally arrive in Black Hawk and Jennifer realizes they can't keep the building they bought so she has to sell it and rent one. Soon Jason gets everything they need to get the first edition of the Advertiser published. Jason has to deliver the papers by horse and when he's taking the second edition around he has an accident on his horse. Jason is stubborn and not easy to talk while he's bedridden.

While Jason is stuck in bed, two men enter Jennifer's life. One, Lance Rivers, is there for Jennifer's love and the other, the Preacher, is a comfort for her soul. Jennifer tries to work the stubborn press but Jason was the only one who really figured it out. Soon Jason comes around and meets Lance and thinks he's a crafty character. While Jennifer and the kids take a vacation, Jason gets the scoop of a lifetime and makes the newspaper a lot of money.

Things change and so do people. Jennifer's heart changes its mind a few times. Tragedy strikes yet again, challenging Jennifer and her family once again.

I loved this book! The beginning starts out kind've slow but soon the plot thickens. The plot slows down a bit but then towards the end of the book the authors finally let us know who the 'Kissing Bandit' really is.

The impossible happened. Your two books held my attention to the finish. Good Job.

Filled with great illustrations and varied choices, I wish these great books were still made. The biggest plus is that YOU make the choices, insted of watching others make them for you. I'ts also detailed, and has a great plot. whether your unfamiliar to gamebooks or not, I'm sure you'll enjoy Eye of the Dragon!

This was the first book I read by Gilbert Morris and I absolutely loved it! It has just enough romance and adventure to make it great for all types of readers. It shows that if we trust in God and allow him to lead our lives, everything will turn out okay. I can't wait to read more!

If you like a colorful cast of characters this book sure fits the bill! I haven't stumbled across anything this fun to read in years! The excitement of the boomtown days of Colorado is brought to life in a way I haven't seen since Louis L'Amour and the story is absolutely captivating. I highly recommend this novel as an experience in the wild days of the Old West--it will take you there!

Given the other reviews, this seems a dissenting opinion, but Mishima's "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" was a pretty laborious read. I read the entire book out loud to an audience and found myself wishing it would come to an end.

All apologies to those who liked this book. I respect that, but the problem for me came in the amount of endless introspection that overflows the pages of "The Golden Pavilion." I don't mind some philosophical pandering in my literature and thoroughly enjoy it when it's done with the uniqueness of Don DeLillo or Milan Kundera. But here, Mishima takes whatever plot is involved in this tale of a temple student gone awry in the face of foreign influence, loss of values, poverty, and psychosis and sucks the life blood right out the marrow of it. This leaves the book with no skeletal structure, no bones, just a big lethargic mushy mass of meandering thoughts and not even well-worded or unique ones at that.

Here's what I mean, we get no less than 5 pages of a bee landing on a Chrysanthemum...somebody help me please. We get laboriously repetitive words (not sure if that's the translators fault or Mishima's) with a mention of the character's Kashiwagi's clubfoot about every other sentence. We get 7 counts of the use of the word, "adumbration" in one paragraph...7 mind you. Who uses the word "adumbration", much less 7 times in a paragraph, 3 in one sentence? Don't get me started.

Not a detail goes by without Mishima turning it over in the character's mind endlessly until we are no longer remotely interested. It's your typical boy loves temple, temple is too beautiful, boy must destroy temple sort of story. And where the plot starts moving along towards the end, Mishima interjects some inane meandering ethereal philosophy that seems to lead nowhere, just to kill the momentum.

On page 255 there's the line, "I was overcome by intense weariness." So true, so true. That's how this book grabbed me through and through.

I reckon The Temple of the Golden Pavilion to be one of the best novels of Mishima. This book is therefore quite something since Mishima in my opinion is one of the best writers of the 20th century. The protagonist is Mizoguchi a shy boy with a speaking problem(or has he problem speaking?). Mizoguchi is mentally and phisically overwhelmed by the building of the Golden Pavilion to such an extent, that it leads to disastrous consequences. If you want to read a great book by one of Japanese finest writers try this one.

This novel is a good example of a theme that frequently arises in Mishima's work: the resentment of the object of desire. Mizoguchi, the protagonist, is overwhelmed by the beauty of the golden temple and learns to resent it through the guru-like counsel of a friend. Over and over, Mizoguchi feels overwhelmed and made insignificant by the beautiful things in his new life as a monk: the beautiful temple, sexual possibility, and ultimately, his autonomy, perhaps even his life. This book, arguably Mishima's best, may well have been another one of the author's suicide rehearsals, and the unforgettable psychological impact of the book is that of a legendary storyteller demonstrating his Hamlet-like "north-by-northwest" madness. Technically, this is an amazing book, dripping with evocative, beautiful imagery and reminds me of a movie in its directorial-like descriptive method, its forceful 'mis en scene'. Artistically, I suspect Mishima was trying to compete with his great literary forefather Kawabata by playing with western ideas of the apolonean, further fueling his hopelessness and his rage with his art and with himself, but that is a bit academic and beyond my ability to determine. Ultimately, I cherish this book for its tortured explanation of the harshness love and beauty cruelly impose, a feral scream quietly hidden in the drug-like beauty of a book.

Gilbert Morris takes you inside the minds of those who have nothing, then gain it all. Or do they? Mr. Morris takes you inside the life of a couple who had only each other and their newspaper and of course her children, but when they strike it rich at a gold mine they begin to lose sight of what's really important. God and Themselves. Do they have to lose all their riches to remember themselves or will it destroy them first?

Besides the blazing guns, there was other life in the West--the Gold and Silver barons. This book shows how the early day miners' lives were changed overnight when they struck a rich vein--and how they reacted to sudden riches. Although the story is fiction, the truth is that it actually happened, over and over again. But how the victims reacted was never the same.

This book tells one of the hebrew bible's stories that have no evidence. It takes people of myth, superstition to believe that.
There is no human being that can suvive that heat of the fire.
realistic thinking has no place for fiction.