I have been a faithful consumer of Lonely Planet products for the last five years. However, this collection does little more than offer superficial information on every country in Central Europe. If you want to go anywhere besides the capitals and most well-known tourist "traps", forget it. I was particularly dissapointed with the book's treatment of Germany and Switzerland. Very vague, very minimal. If you want to visit any of the countries in Central Europe, buy the Lonely Planet Guide to that country or look for a different publisher. Sorry guys, this one doesn't go in my travel bag.

This book is fantastic. I was amazed at how thorough a book could be. These authors also have a great sense of humor. Lonely is an oxymoron. This book is very comforting. I highly recommend this book.

This is a good introduction to the Richard Montague's semantic theory, beginning with the basics, working up through type theory, tense, modals, and intension, and ending with a thorough explanation of the PTQ system. Ideal for the beginner seeking to become conversant in this classical theory. The reader is assumed to have a basic familiarity with set theory and predicate logic.

I discovered David Lindsey first in 'An Absence of Light' (hummm ... 'The Color of Night' ... 'An Absence of Light ... I should have guessed something was on the fritz here just from that). Backtracking from that first book, I read all his prior work and became a awed admirer of his unique ability to construct real lyricism from both the horrific and the mundane. Alas, however, everything since has been a stunning disappointment. 'The Color of Night' is a bit of a mess -- unfocused, overwritten, rambling, clumsy, and almost pointless in its core narrative line. Of course it's not nearly as awful a book as 'Requiem for a Glass Heart' was, but then nothing possibily could be. I really don't get it. Has the David Lindsay of 'Body of Truth', 'In the Lake of the Moon', 'Spiral' and 'Mercy' died, and a vastly less-talented imposter taken over writing under his name? You know, now that I think about it, I'd bet on it.

A skilled Amazon reviewer gently chastised this book for lacking any of the cutting wit that this genre tends to carry forth. This lack is exactly what caused the novel and the characters to stand out for me. The Color Of Night was painted--not written and does not lack in action. The "retired spy is drawn back into the fray" formula is fresh again in this authors skilled hands. A truly enjoyable yarn.

As both a writer and artist, I was taken with this exquisitely-drawn - and I do mean "drawn" - novel. It is like a perfectly beautiful colored drawing, sometimes black and white, in brush and inks, just like the works of art Lindsey writes about with obvious knowledge of his subject.

You just saw everything so vividly. I particularly appreciated the mouthwatering European travelog, the descriptions of scenes, restaurants, food, hotels - visited by the rich and famous.

There is a flaw in this book that keeps it from being a great, however. (Sorry if it bothers some amazon review readers, but I often give five stars to a book for having entertained me thoroughly, and this one did). It is this: every truly great book is laced with wit. Read the grimmest novels, say, by Dostoevsky, Dickens or Tolstoy, and even and even some of the best contemporary detective and mystery writers and you will be chuckling, laughing, amused. "The Color Of Night" would have benefited had Lindsey given us a few wry touches here and there. He was too dead serious, which sometimes lent it a slightly precious tone. Of course, "precious" can be hilarious, and he might have capitalized on some of his foppish characters, but I found this novel too stolid.

Another flaw: like some of the beautiful drawings one sees, the perfect, deft creations of the greatest artists, there is a coldness about the book itself. If I didn't know otherwise, I would have guessed that the author wrote the whole book with a quill pen and ink. I can see him thinking, dipping, scribing, again and again, with a dispassionate hand - and heart. Not exactly an insult, but sometimes I like a feeling (and the word 'feeling' is exactly the word I meant to use) that the work is coming from the artist's gut. Like Van Gogh, for example, who wasn't afraid to make a mess.

Nevertheless, despite these flaws, "The Color Of Night" is a fun book to read and Hollywood would be crazy not to make it into a movie. Clint Eastwood as Harry? This time, clean, of course. Harry Strand is a morally upright man, despite his years of spying and his (acceptable) thievery. I'm glad he lived to "watch" Mara cross the street.

I was checking the comments on The Catcher in the Rye and saw that there were Cliff Notes on this book. I couldn't believe it! That someone would actually write notes on The Catcher in the Rye. This book should never be summarized into Cliff Notes. This book should be read in its entirety or not at all, regardless of how much time you have. This book can be read easily in a few hours, and it's the best book I've read in a while. It is a disgrace that this book was allowed to be put into Cliff Notes and these are for people who are too lazy or ignorant to pick up the actual book.

The only reason you would need cliff notes for this book is if you are lazy or short on time and theres a test the next day. Yet the cliff notes arent descriptive enough for you to get the whole book. I can understand needing cliff notes for the confusing dialect of "tale of two cities", or the background and analysis for "Brave new World", but going through the Catcher in the Rye is a breeze, and the book is enjoyable. Its one of my favorite books ever. Dont even bother with these cliff notes.

Despite the fact that CliffsNotes has helped me through one too many an English Lit quiz, I believe that this is taking it a little too far. Catcher in the Rye is, by far, one of my favorite books of all time, and to create CliffsNotes for it requires something less than academic foresight. Talk about not being able to see the forest for the trees. The entire point of J.D. Salinger's one and only published novel is that though we do need to carry out our schooling, education isn't there to cloak the mind into believing that regurgitating facts onto meaningless scraps of wood pulp. It's there to take the free thought that we have and expand it, so that we can better express ourselves, and not bury who we are behind a pile of textbooks. The specifics of the life of Holden Caulfield are not important. The generalities of the life of Holden Caulfield are not important. What is important is the ideals expressed in the book--not where Holden went to school, not how many times he mentions the hunting hat, not where the ducks do actually go. Both teachers and students of today must learn that teaching others and yourselves that this is all that's important is like building a wall around yourself. So read the book. It'll bring you to something closer to happiness than an A ever will. And hell, if you actually read the thing, you might ace it anyway.