Instrumentation for the Operating Room Photographic Instrumentation manual. Although this manual is very well organized in instrument sets and procedures, the photographs are are unclear in instrument detail. These images should be on a white background and in sharper detail as this is crucial in identifying instruments.

As a student of Surgical Technology, I need to know all the instruments to hand to the surgeon and assistant. The book is good, but has one shortfall; the pictures are somewhat vague. I mean, that many instruments look alike. The photographs could've been taken to show the curve of many instruments or a macro lens could've been utilized. Still, it's the best book out that I know of to help you learn the instruments.

This manual is excellent for beginners, due to its thoroughness and wonderful, close-up detailed photos of the tips of the instruments, where most of the differentiation occurs. Also features photos of similar instruments side-by-side, so size differences are more obvious. The only detraction was that some of the names used to identify the instruments were not familiar to me (I only know a Kocher by that name, which is not even given as an alternate name in this book). However, this is a minor, infrequently occurring problem. Overall, the most helpful manual I've found.

There is nothing much wrong with this book except the heroine. As others have pointed out, she never changes or matures in any way. She is presented as exceptionally intelligent and educated... so much so that she hates London during the Season and recognizes obscure classical literary references... AND as being perceptive about people and very sensible. She then behaves in an utterly idiotic and uncharacteristic way about her first love. And she is 23 and has had several seasons; this is not some 17 year old fresh from the schoolroom! I really feel Kennedy missed the boat here.

I have no problem with the idea that the ostensible hero turns out to be a rotter. I just read the re-issue of Libby's London Merchant, which had that same plot, and it was fantastic. But in this case, when Flora turns to Lord Lynd in the end... LITERALLY on the last page... all I could think of was... gee, Flora sure is fickle! (She has been engaged, jilted, married, widowed, and engaged a second time to the one who jilted her already.)

Kennedy has written some books I like in the past, but this one failed sadly for me.

It's a little difficult (and frustrating) to write a review about a novel, enumerate the things that you didn't like and that disturbed, without really giving too much of the plot away, so that you inadvertently destroy whatever pleasure other readers may glean from the book at hand. Especially since a review is basically your own personal response to the novel, and others may not indeed share your view or opinion.

The problem I had with "Lady Flora's Fantasy" is that I never really took to the heroine, Lady Flora Winton, and found the blinkered manner in which she viewed people and events taking place around her, extremely frustrating and baffling. In brief, the plot for "Lady Flora's Fantasy" is as follows: while bathing at the sea, Lady Flora spies Lord Richard Dashwood is all his magnificent, muscled glory, and promptly looses her heart (and good sense) to him. And the fact that Lord Dashwood seems to be carrying out some kind of courtship of her, sends her over the moon! What she doesn't know is that Lord Dashwood is a dissolute wastrel and a gambler, and is courting Lady Flora solely because she fits his own criteria for a good wife -- rich and beautiful. Lady Flora is so engrossed with her fantasy of how wonderful and perfect Lord Dashwood is, that, not only will she hear no word against him, but she practically ignores all the other eligible bachelors who vie for her hand and heart, in particularly, Lord Dashwood's neighbour, Lord Lynd. A sober and honourable man, Lynd is appalled that Lady Flora has fallen under Dashwood's spell. He is even more appalled when he discovers that Dashwood is courting Lady Flora for her suitability, and not because Lady Flora has won his heart and esteem. Deeply in love with Flora, Lynd has to grit his teeth and bear it as he watches the pair spend more and more time together as the London season unfolds. Will Lynd be able to hold his tongue, or will he finally break down and enlighten Lady Flora as to Dashwood's true colours, thereby crushing Lady Flora's heart in the process?

Here are the things that irked me about this novel: I couldn't understand how Lady Flora, after having been exposed to Dashwood's selfishness and manipulativeness over and over again, could keep forgiving him and cling to a fantasy that was obviously unrealistic, esp when nearly every other gentleman she meets seems to have reservations about Dashwood. Did she seriously think that the entire male population of England partook in some kind of collective male jealousy of the man? After she forgave him for about the fourth time, I completely lost all patience I had with our sad heroine and actually began to root for Dashwood and Lady Flora to ride out into the sunset together! Part of the problem for me was that eventhough the novel unfolds over a period of a year, Lady Flora never seems to grow up. There is no added depth or maturity to the character, until the last chapter. I thought that this gave the novel a really unbalanced feel.

And while I was losing what little patience and interest I had for Lady Flora, I found myself getting more and more invovlved with the character of Lady Flora's younger sister, Amy, whom I found much more appealing. And I found myself being much more interested with the problems she faced (and she faced quite a few in this novel), which unfortunately, Shirley Kennedy did not go into all that much because Lady Amy is after all only a peripheral character in this novel. And then there were the lapses into American colloquialisms. Why do the editors never catch these mistakes before the novel gets published? It is extremely jarring: in one moment you're literally pulled out of the 19th century drawing room you were comfortably settled in, and dropped into the 21st century!

I suppose I was rather disappointed with "Lady Flora's Fantasy." The premise was really interesting, and I rather enjoyed the flights of fantasy Lady Flora indulged in. But after a while, I felt as if this novel was stuck in a rut. Lady Flora never really evolved: she remained the same blinkered young woman who had fallen for a pretty face, and who continued to wallow in self pity because things were not unfolding as she had envisioned they would. Ultimately however, the previous reviwer, the Book Huntress is right: whether or not you enjoy this novel is going to be a matter of personal choice. I was quite disappointed with this novel, you however, may not be.

Ms. Kennedy steps out on a limb in this latest book to explore what happens to a woman when she falls for the wrong kind of man. It's a new twist for the Regency genre, one I enjoyed to the fullest. As Lady Flora works through her problems, which are plentiful in this wonderfully written book, we root for the hero who must jump through many hoops to win his lady love's hand. I even learned about "bathing machines" in this book, a little bit of history we all enjoy experiencing in a good Regency. Of all Shirley's books, this one is my favorite. Her prose is lovely. I really enjoy a story where I truly have to worry whether the heroine will end up the the hero, and Shirley does make me worry in Lady Flora's Fantasy. If you've not read any of Shirley's books, you'll rush right out and buy all the others after reading this one. Keep `em coming, Shirley.

Written by noted Western author Glenn Shirley in 1957, this book is not up to the standards of his more recent works. Shirley depends extensively on other books, and unfortunately, his book contains a large number of errors. Sure is fun to read, but if you are interested in Judge Parker and the Fort Smith court, read 'Hell on the Border' instead. Leave this one to hollywood....

This book cobbles together accounts from policy makers and the popular press seeking to show that Indian country was a lawless place, with Judge Parker and the federal marshalls as the slim line between law and anarchy. The account utterly ignores the reality in Indian country and works mightily to justify the actions of a man for whom, apparently, the accusation was enough to make you guilty. The book does, however, compile some interesting sources not found elsewhere, including a description of each of the 79 men Judge Parker hanged, the battle between Parker and the Supreme Court which continually reversed Parker, and the statements of some of the Indian defendants on their views of federal justice. The evident desire of the author to celebrate Parker and the court rather than objectively examine his record, however, fatally taints the entire work.

I bought this book at he Ft Smith Court House museum because my Great Grandfather rode for Parker. I was expecting information about the bad deeds of many of the desperados but I was pleasantly surprised to find additionally a comprehensive treatment of the legal aspects of Parker's tenure. As Glenn Shirley effectively documents, the Judge Parker known and respected by the citizens of Arkansas and the Indian Nations is a far cry from the one created by the Eastern press and the monied interests (including Congressmen) of the East. This book will provide the reader with a very balanced approach to what Parker saw as the rights of the victim and community with the rights of the accused. And as Shirley clearly points out Parker may have gone too far sometimes but early on extreme measures were needed.

The body of the book covers many of the best known cases to be covered in Parker's court but also provides appendices on each and every person that Parker sentenced to hang (including those that were commuted, pardoned, reversed and acquitted). Byron Dobbs, a second generation lawyer that practiced law in Ft Smith for 40 years, provided a lawyer's appraisal of the Parker Court a number of years ago for the "Ft Smith Historical Journal". He wrote:

Parker was given the near impossible task of providing justice between the white men and the Indian. The disgrace arose out of the failure of the U.S. and Congress to appropriately prevent intrusion upon the Indian land and in permitting such carnage as to result in the great number of murder trails and then Parker was condemned in the halls of Congress for imposing the only penalty authorized by Congress. Parker's accomplishments stand as a monument to law and order achieved under the most trying circumstances.

Shirley's book simply and effectively documents these accomplishments.

What is MacLaine's book like? Like being at a party where someone corners you, and talks to you the whole night, all about herself and her psycho-analysis of everyone else, never knowing when to shut up. Sure, I knew it was a book all about her - I was actually looking forward to reading it. Still, endless drivel and psycho-analysis on the many famous people MacLaine has met does not make for an interesting memoir. Half way through the book I gave up! I got the picture in the chapter about Lewis and Martin: the world is filled with unhappy, complex people - even Hollyworld. Next time, Shirley, remember: Less is indeed More.

be so lucky. I have not read Shirley's other books and I am not sure exactly why I purchased this one other than I suppose I was feeling especially nosey and liked the gossipy aspect of the book. Shirley tells a lot of her business but I suppose at this point and time in her life she could really care less how people judge her.

I always knew she had an unconventional marriage but just how unconventional was made very clear as she sustained long term affairs with Robert Mitchum, Danny Kaye and little escapades with some of her leading men like Yves Montand. What is very noticeable is that Shirley doesn't go into any of the issues associated with having such an open marriage at the time she did it. Her escapades are told with dry humor and a sort of emotional detachment. I do, however, believe that Robert Mitchum could have been one of her great loves instead of a long term affair.

I did appreciate her attempts to provide insight as to how affairs can happen so readily when making a picture. How they are in fact aided and abetted sometimes by directors and other crew members. Some directors won't let spouses on the set, some do questionable things to provoke reactions to get you to do the movie their way.... It's all very enlightening in that you do see how insecure people such as a Marilyn Monroe type would get eaten alive by these sort of games.

I suppose Frank Sinatra was really p_ _ _ _d off when this book came out because for all her flattery of him she paints such a sad picture of him. It almost.... I said almost, makes you want to overlook his ego maniac, self centered, I am God attitude towards the rest of the people on the planet. I also found her description of Debra Winger's antics on Terms of Endearment to be totally revolting. I have to think that if behavior like this is found acceptable in order to get the best from an actor then the behavior we read about shouldn't be a surprise. The anything goes behavior that is tolerated while making the movie could in fact and does create serious behavioral problems in some stars. In other words they expect real life to be like on the movie set and it doesn't work that way.

All in all I enjoyed the book, it's very juicy gossipy bits and her insights into old Hollywood.

The reply he gave when told of the book,whose reply?, who do you think,all in hearsay of course, but i believe it.Maclaines current outing is quite enjoyable really, apart from when she takes of into phycobabble,boring,in other tomes,too serious to be a good storyteller,suprisingly in this she is different,couldve dropped a few more juicy titbits,she has probably seen it all,her tales of the mafia are fasinating,that dry detached realism of hers,really suits such a subject maybe she should write a book about them sometime,but her insights into sinatra are truly fasinating,actually they are confusing,was she cutting his throat,or what,this is what baffles me,on one page calling him god,on another icily tearing him asunder,for to sinatra disloyalty,was the greatest sin of all,what i would not have given to be a fly on the wall of a reasturent, when mclaine walked in and met him after this.

Lose weight, stop smoking, drinking, coffee, become a veggie, yadda yadda. Nothing interesting or new here. I wish I hadn't wasted the money.

Defines a bunch of terms, tells you what to expect in the doctor's office and why, says all treatments are useful. Contains no rigorous studies of efficacy, and nothing written by or even summarizing experts in the field. Does not begin to cover all the approaches possible and how likely they are to work for you.

Victor Hoffstein, MD, PhD, is truly one of the most respected international authorities in the treatment of snoring and obstructive sleep apnea. His book "No More Snoring," coauthored with distinguished medical writer Shirley Linde, PhD, covers all that a layman need know about the subject. It is well organized and written to be an easy read. It is accurate and reliable in all areas except treatment with oral appliances.

The information on oral appliances is inaccurate and misleading. For example they classify the Nocturnal Airway Patency Appliance (NAPA) as a tongue retaining device (TRD), which tugs on the tongue all night, and many patients find uncomfortable. The NAPA is definitely not a TRD. It is a mandibular advancement appliance (MAA), which most patients find much more comfortable to wear and more effective.

Then they say the first MAA was used in Germany in 1986. A 1985 report in the New England Journal of Medicine described how a NAPA had reduced the number of stopped-breathing episodes in a middle aged man from 79 per hour to 5 per hour.

As a very important aside, the above mentioned patient received his first NAPA in Honolulu in 1983 and has been wearing one nearly every night for over 17 years.

Having been fascinated for years by the mystery of the Amber Room, I was really disappointed with this book. The title itself is completely misleading - there's not much about the Amber Room (or very little that anyone reading a few history books couldn't find out for themselves). Instead, what do we get - a lot of detail about some medieval chalice in Poland and a lot of discussion about religion and faith - fine in their place, but not a reason to buy this book. Completely agree with your previous reviewer, Sandra Juqua - I also had to struggle to finish the book. To conclude, there is a book that remains to be written about the Amber Room - however, this is NOT it!

I Love this book, in fact the Priceless trilogy is indeed just that - Priceless. The real treasure in this book has nothing to do with amber - the best find of a lifetime is a relationship with God. T. Davis Bunn is a fabulous writer. This book has intrigue, romance and is very enjoyable.

This was a very interesing book with a plot that kept me on the edge of my seat. Obviously, the other reviewers weren't looking for a good Christain novel. T. Davis Bunn is a Christian author, therefore you should expect all of his books to be very religious. Bunn is one of the best Christian novelists I have ever read!

Got Diverticulosis and want help? Dont buy this book. These are two different ailments and the author treats them as one.

Very dissapointed, save your money.

Except for the title, you cannot find any reference to Diverticulosis in this book. Otherwise, it is a useful book.

I have found that the information in this book has helped me more than anything I have tried in the past 12 years... My experience with MD's has been futile. Anyone suffering with IBS or diverticulosis would be well served reading the exceptionally well written book.

I suppose this book could be construed as some sort of commentary on human depravity but to me, the whole thing read like a bad Twilight Zone script. Thoroughly disappointing considering the wonderful stories in Heatseeker. Extradimensional being f**ks with some humans for kicks. The end. There. I just saved you the trouble of reading the book.

John Shirley has never been funnier, or more profound, in his dark comedy "A View From Hell", which could be seen as a rock and roll version of Dante's "Inferno" with bits of cyberpunk prose added for some memorable passages. This is a terse tale about how those who commit evil deeds find time in an earthly Hell devised by two ethereal beings. Needless to say, it provides Shirley a unique podium for commenting on humanity's frailities. Shirley's latest is a limited edition book deserving of a wide readership.

In this signed, numbered, limited (to 1,000) edition from Subterranean Press, John Shirley continues to entertainingly blend the genres of horror, fantasy, and metaphysical science fiction. Acknowledged by William Gibson as one of the progenitors of "cyberpunk", Shirley continues to expand the literary horizon as a leading writer of transgressive fiction. "The View From Hell" is a parable of hell-on-earth which balances Shirley's dark cynicism with humanistic sensibilities, appreciating humanity's complex range of emotions, motivations, and actions. The plot follows the lives and afterlives of several broadly-drawn characters who are involved in a series of darkly humorous violent experiences induced by the psychic influences of non-corporeal entities visiting Earth. These characters are subsequently confined together in a purgatory, from which their increasingly grotesque "deaths" at one another's hands offer but only a brief escape before they are re-constituted to live and die again and again. "The View From Hell" provides a provocative platform from which Shirley can pose philosophical questions regarding the nature and meaning of human existence.

Please do remember readers that Israel is thankfully still a JEWISH country. Why should they allow those of opposing faiths in to contaminate the truth of what the country is founded on.

Christians and Messianics as you call yoursevles- we do not hate the christians as one reader suggests-quite the contrary- as we are commanded to love. Rather we do hate any false religion that would raise itself up that contradicts the Law that Hashem gave us through Moshe. We must hate idolotry, though we love mankind and let them live the way that each one believes. The problem arose for the Beresfords when they tried to bring a "foreign" doctrine into a land that only allows those that embrace their Jewishness and have not given up their very existance to follow the doctrines of another god.

Is it any wonder that the Beresfords were kicked out of a Jewish country when they were promoting their christian doctrine? Please...be real about this.

Read the book, but keep in mind who the Jews are, what we believe and why the Berefords were asked to leave a county that tries not to contaminate itself with the ideas of false gods.

May Israel continue to be strong against those that oppose the law of Moshe.

Let's see if I can get this right. They are born Jewish, keep the Jewish traditions and holy days, read the Jewish scriptures (including the ones written by first century Jews), and believe in a Jewish Messiah who was prophesied about in Jewish scriptures. So what's the problem?

Most Christians who understand prophesy clearly know that the Gentiles were the ones who were "grafted in" to the chosen people of God through their faith, not through their lineage(and by "chosen" God meant that He chose to reveal himself through the Jewish people, not that he loves others less). WE Christians are the converts, not vice versa. We are Gentiles who believe in a Jewish Messiah. The Beresfords do a good job of presenting the dilemma faced by Messianic Jews: that both sides will find reasons to reject them. My heart goes out to them.

It is amazing the treatment that the Beresfords got while attempting to immigrate to Isreal. How the Jewish could be so cold and willing to cannibalize their own simply for embracing Jesus(Y'shua) as the Messiah is simply astounding. Especially when you consider all the turmoil that the Jews as a people have gone through over the centuries. It is quite amazing that they consider it better if a Jew doesn't believe God exists at all rather than if he believes that Jesus died for the sins of the world. (I know of Jews who have MUCH more crazy beliefs and they aren't considered non-Jewish because of it).
This is a great book and will open your eyes to facts about Isreal that you wouldn't believe.

The author was CIA employee who was merely in charge of interviewing Iranian "walk-ins" at the US embassy in Turkey but apparently felt like he was an Iran expert because he had a couple of Iranian girlfriends and learned the language from a CIA course or two (though he had never actually been to Iran.) So, apparently going no where at the CIA, he retires, jumps into a box in the back of a truck and "infiltrates" into Iran where, by his own account, everybody knew he was coming and nobody cared (His truck driver had already alerted everyone including his relatives) So the guy eats some kabob, walks around a bit at truck stops, fantasies about how the female relatives of the truck driver must really be sexually attracted to him, etc. Then, apparently unable to bear the pain of having been ignored by the authorities, he makes up a fantasy story about how unseen agents of the government must be chasing him. So he gets back in his box and returns to Turkey.

He claims that he couldn't just travel to Iran normally as other tourists from the US do because there was a risk that he may be idenitied on the street by one of the "walk-ins" he had interviewed in Turkey. Sure, but is getting caught hiding in a box any less suspicious? In fact, he apparently never considered for a moment the potential harm to US interests if the Iranians had wanted to make an issue out of the capture of even a retired agent of the CIA. But I guess self-promotion was more important to him.

But here's the more ironic thing: since then, the author (real name: Reuel Marc Gerecht) has gone on to join the right wing think tanks that advise GW Bush on foreign policy issues, and is treated by them as some sort of Iran expert: A very sad statement on the nature of US-Iran relations.

This book is completely bogus.

It's basically about an ex-cia agent who becomes obsessed with Iran and goes on a journey to Iran.

Instead of going as a tourist or using the many other ways he must have learned as a CIA agent, he sneaks into Iran in the back of a truck, much safer than going legitimately isn't it? What an idiot.

The man who drives him tells his familly to welcome the guy by making kabob for him, a barbeque, what a secret agent indeed.

Throughout his short stay in the country (a few days) he makes stupid conclusions like: I was being followed by UN-seen forces, which I never saw. He has no proof that anyone was even after him but yet he says they were. He's been watching too much X-files.

On the other hand he says that ALL Iranian women secretly wanted him. Again, he has no proof, he just assumes this. What a moron.

He says the best undercover agents in Iran are those who speak English, they seem like Iranians to Iranians. The last time I checked the official language in Iran was Farse. His statements don't make any sense.

He always tries to make his work poetic by referring to himself using Persian, Iranian history and metaphores. It's just sounds ridiculous. At one point he says that he was called "The Angle" by people he had just met, but that angels have mercy and he would not. LOL.

This guy lives in this psychotic paranoid world thinking that he's James Bond or something when no one even cares about him. This guy needs to get out of this illusion he is living in and come into the real world.

As the title says: Read this book and laugh, it's really a joke, nothimg more.

I have read Mr. Shirley's Know Thine Enemy, an accomplishment that seems to separate me from the the four or five other recent reviewers of this book.

In fact, those other reviews (mostly unsigned) so obviously miss the point of the book that one wonders if they were not actually written by the shills of a certain three letter government Agency who was skewered so mercilessly by Mr. Shirley in his recent Atlantic cover article and forthcoming book. Since representatives of that same Agency have been quoted as saying they'll 'get' Mr. Shirley for daring to reveal that the Emperor has no clothes, I wouldn't put those reviews past them. Lord knows they were poorly-written enough to have been crafted in the halls of Langley.

But let's stick to the book itself, shall we? In my opinion, it's a neat little gem and it provides a fascinating insight into a foreign culture, one vastly different from the world that the American Mr. Shirley was born into. The author's journey into Iran gives us a peek behind the forebidden curtain of that Great and Powerful Iranian Oz, so that we can see the harmless little old man back there pulling levers. As a result, it's an anti-Bond kind of book and it does not have a spooky ending. That's the whole point, of course, and it's a wonder to me that most of the other reviewers seem to have missed it.

For example, several of these shill reviews ask 'Why didn't Mr. Shirley simply buy a plane ticket to Iran instead of sneaking in in the floorboards of a truck?' The answer is found in the book, of course (as are the answers to all of their other off-the-point and uninformed criticisms). At the time Shirely went in (years ago) it wasn't possible for gringos like himself, especially gringos KNOWN to Iranian Intel as CIA agents, to fly into Iran. He had to sneak in if he wanted to see the country that he had studied for so long from a distance. Now things are different, but they weren't back then and as a result those shill reviewers are essentially saying, 'Gee Gary Powers, why risk getting shot down in a U2 in 1960 when any dummy can fly into Moscow today and hire all the cheap vodka-drinking hookers he wants?"

Things change and only when they change do we find out that our prejudicial attitudes were often in error. That's Mr. Shirley's point and it's not so hard to figure out from the book itself unless your real purpose is to discredit the author with cheap, inaccurate shots. It's certainly the point that any real reader without a frontal lobotomy will get because Mr. Shirley FULLY DESCRIBES what a big joke all his 'penetrate the forbidden city' preparations were proven to be when he gets inside Iran. He tells you how the Iranian people welcome him with a no big deal shrug of their shoulders. It's just the purposefully-paranoid-so-it-can-perpetuate-its-own-existence CIA who taught him to fear what lay behind the Persian Curtain. To miss that point, in this very well written book, is to be either an adipated, humorless drone or a CIA employee, or both.

No, I take that back. It's impossible to be EITHER an adipated humorless drone OR a CIA employee. If you're one, odds are you're already both.