The title of this book is VERY misleading. I gave it three stars instead of two because it does appear to contain some good advice on how to take care of your car. However, unless you've got a whole lot more time on your hands than I do, you simply don't have the time to devote to maintaining your car that this book prescribes.

I don't know much about cars and I was hoping this would give a good idea of stuff I can do to take care of it without much work. Well, they recommended putting a huge amount of time into your car without much detail on how to do all the stuff they suggest. May be useful to someone that knows a lot about car maintainance, but wasn't of much use to me.

Don't expect verbose treatment and lots of stories. The work is just what the title says: an academic attempt to predict military expenditure and resultant power base as of 1995. Probably a useful research tool for Asian studies for a few more years.

Glimpses into the private lives of some of the Presidents of the USA, and their love affairs...not quite up to date, but still not a bad book. A sort-of combination of history and scandal.

The author enthusiastically (perhaps too much so) the hard working appetites of the pioneers. I mush enjoyed the descriptions of the "stick to your ribs" food enjoyed by many cultures comming together on the frontier. However, the bulk of the book seemed to be made of depictions of feasts and picnics, rather than everyday fare. There was some material on the origin of the various dishes (for example, the "Boilermaker" with its origins in the "Sean O'Farrell"), but not enough for my tastes. For those searching for the origin of common dietary staples, I would instead recommend "The Potaro".

I read Prince Charming by Wendy Leigh and it is a fabulous beautiful book, a marvellous memorial to John. really worth getting. so don't waste your time with this book. Prince Charming tells the real story.

I bought this book hoping to have a nice memory of a life extinguished in its prime. It wasn't long reading (I read the entire thing in under 2 hours) but it was brief, interesting reading. To my suprise, I discovered that this short book gives a tiny glimpse into the Kennedy family spanning back to John Jr.'s great-grandparents. I enjoyed the author's candid and blunt writing style. He certainly spared no feelings in writing this book, as you will see when reading about John Jr.'s mediocre accomplishments, Jackie's controlling maternal style, and the president's wanderings during marriage. The favoritism the family has enjoyed in the pursuit of different endeavors was especially riveting. (The interesting acquiring of the president's Pulitzer Prize, for example.) I would be untruthful, however, if I didn't admit that I did learn a lot from this book. If you don't want to devote days to a heavy biography on America's Royal Family, but are still interested in some behind the scenes escapades, then I would recommend it.

An attempt to cash in on the Simpson trial, this book is an embarrassment for all concerned. Just how bad it is cannot be conveyed in a mere 1000 words, so you'll simply have to read it yourself -- but maybe that's too high a price to pay. Read the summary provided by Dove Publishing. It's as though they are trying to expose the jurors as the cerebral cripples they are. Couldn't they find one coherent line in what must have been hours of mind-numbing recordings with the "authors"? While reading the book, keep in mind that this is _their_ side of the story; it is told in a manner most sympathetic to the jurors. Still, they come off as spit-drooling morons. The mind reels at the thought of someone hostile to Cooley, Bess, and Jackson having written this. As for Tom Byrnes (he garners "as told to" credit for this mess) and editor Mike Walker, don't hate them... pity them. Then again, perhaps Byrne and Walker have intended this as an indictment of our judicial system, where the search for impartial jurors has evolved into a quest for those who never read newspapers, news magazines, or even watch television more challenging than "Jackass." If this is the case, their success is complete beyond any possible expectations they might have had.

Upon first hearing the not-guilty verdict in the O.J. Simpson trial, I was sure it was because at least some of the Simpson jurors had some self-serving, self-righteous agenda. However, after reading this pathetic, to the point of being comical attempt, to justify their verdict, I have changed my mind... Not only was their so-called "analysis" of the evidence completely devoid of any truly intelligent thought, it contained leaps of logic so vast, Evil Knevil would have been too scared to jump it. For example, one juror said she had doubts O.J. did it because only a "little" blood from the victims was found in Simpsons bronco.If he was truly innocent, then why is ANY of the victims blood in his car! Throughout the trial Johnny Cochran continuously lied or distorted the truth. During the defence for instance, in an attempt to show police "contaminating" the crime scene, Cochran shows a still picture of a policeman "carelessly" walking through a bloody path. Contamination,right? Well, no. Upon simple cross-examination, we find out that only AFTER the crime scene had been processed and all blood evidence been collected did this officer then walk through this bloody path. Was there any mention of this in this book? Of course not. When Cochran tried to show an attempt by police to "plant" evidence, he showed a videotape of Simpsons bedroom depicting the ABSENCE of bloody socks that the police claimed were there. Planting of evidence you say? Again, upon cross-examination the person who shot the videotape testifies that he was there to videotape the premises for insurance purposes only. And that he was told by police NOT to go into the bedroom until AFTER they collected whatever was in there, including,of course, those bloody socks! Did any of these hapless jurors make note of this?...In fact, rare is it, that you will find consecutive coherent sentences, such is the collective wisdom shown here. So, the question is, would I recommend this book to others? To that question, my answer is surprisingly, a resounding YES!...Because while on one hand, this book was so tedious to read,what with its complete utter lack of knowledge and insight of the subject matter, I still found it facinating to delve into the minds of people who have such little powers of deduction...

This is a pathetic and weak attempt written by the OJ Simpson jurors to excuse the outrageous and incorrect verdict that they arrived at after only three hours of deliberation. It demonstrates the unfortunate fact that even the jurors, who were supposed to be impartial, were clearly biased against the prosecution from day one of the trial, and their IQ's match an anorexic's dress size! Discounting all the other evidence, the DNA alone should have convicted SImpson, since it doesn't inject fraudulent issues into a trial, isn't overwhelmed by its own celebrity, and has no ulterior motives or hidden agenda, yet it was damningly and inexplicably ignored. And I was amazed to read the statement of one of the jurors in a post trial interview that the DNA evidence carried no weight with her! The DNA evidence was as irrefutably tied to the Simpson case as Santa Claus is to Christmas. I wonder how these jurors can live with themselves, knowing that Simpson is a murderer, and deciding that these murders should go unpunished. How could they attend a post trial victory party, hosted by that slime Johnnie Cochran, knowing that because of Simpson, Ron and Nicole are forever lost to their families? Do they ever think of Ron and Nicole at all? Do they think about their last moments alive? I do. Does the particularly gruesome crime scene picture of Nicole, lying folded in the foetal position, her head haloed by a large pool of blood, which looks like blotches of red paint splashed randomly onto an artist's canvas, haunt them at all?