i thought this book was very well written and i learned a lot about jedediah smith and after i read this book i went to my local library and checked out another book on jedediah smith i also learned about other pioneers

Ideas for self esteem improvement and dealing with worries and anger. For kids up to 10 yrs old and the adults in their lives. For each topic the info is split into For Adults and into For Kids.

While skimping out on a few of the more famous (or so I believe) poems by these authors, this book is a very good introduction to the american realm of poetry. I was disappointed to not find some of my more favorite poems by people such as R.Frost and J.D.Hatter, but was happy to find many more that I did like by authors previously unbeknownst to me.

This marginally entertaining "novel" is a shining example of big publishing bandwagon-jumping. (Its antecedents are Sex and the City, Bridget Jones' Diary and The Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing.) It is peppered with thinly drawn characters with obvious names like Holly Flake and Spitty Clark and lazy, self-satisfied lines like "She couldn't imagine a time in life she'd ever aspired to going anywhere--except maybe back to sleep." Rosenfeld does a pretty good job bringing to life Phoebe Fine's many neuroses, but to what end? Any tension she creates is almost immediately dismissed, as in the case of Spitty Clark, an aging frat guy who may or may not have committed rape. How does Phoebe Fine deal with this knowledge? She offers herself to him sexually after a miserable Greek formal but is spared consummation when Spitty vomits during their make out session. Two pages later it's on to another ill-fated relationship, again defined by Phoebe Fine's predictable insecurities her current male foil's supposedly humorous one-dimensionality. It all goes on far too long and none of it is particularly inspired. I was excited by the Pablo Miles section when I read it recently in The New Yorker, but whatever charm that piece may have had on its own is not enough to sustain a novel. What She Saw reads less like a finely constructed piece of literature and more like an ambitious grad school manuscript. Look for the movie sometime next summer.

I read Lucinda Rosenfeld's "What She Saw..." in one night, and it was like riding a roller coaster. At times, it was exhilirating and refreshing, funny and insightful, at other times it dragged beyond belief, and I couldn't wait to move on to the next chapter/guy. Not surprisingly, the characters and stories Rosenfeld clearly spent more time and thought developing (Spitty Clark, Humphrey Fung, Bruce Bledstone -especially Spitty Clark!) were the best and most interesting aspects of the book. The others (i.e., Kevin McFeeley, Arnold Allen) should have been left out completely; instead, they were brushed over in perfunctory, seemingly obligatory fashion. Certainly a better read would have been one that narrowed the list of ex-boyfriends to the few who played important roles in the character development of Rosenfeld's protagonist, Phoebe Fine. That way, their interrelation could have been explored and examined in greater detail. Nevertheless, Rosenfeld is a terrific writer, and I found myself laughing out loud at times. She just has to work on putting it all together in her next work, which I look forward to reading.

dreadful and fun is the conundrum i'm put in when i begin to go back through the quite thick entanglement of the boys, boys, and men i've dated, and in the book "what she saw", i was given the chance to delve into someone else's mess.

each chapter takes a look at a different boy/man the main character dated/went with/screwed. a fun idea, but there's such a distance on the page... it's difficult to understand her convictions. i wanted to laugh, and groan in aggreeance, but was left slightly unsympathetic and befuddled. the book begs to be written in the first person, but for some bizarre-o reason lucinda rosenfeld gave us a third person story.

after reading the first chapter i thought it was clunky, and decided to shut it for good, but i was at work, with nothing elese to read, so i kept going, and somehow fell in. i still didn't really like it, but felt hooked nonetheless. weird.

i gave it four stars due to the 'it hooked me factor;' what does it all mean? i suppose it's just as confusing as what she really did see in all of those guys.

This book tells about a chipmunk getting ready for all the obstacles that comes with winter and all of the problems chipmunk has to face to succeed. Even though, there really isnt a moral to this particular story, it is a good book just to imagine all the things the chipmunk must go through.

Yes, I would recommend tis book, because there is some action parts, chipmunk must face, which is quite interesting. I liked this book.

Lynsi

Poor Litlejim was how my fourth graders always referred to the main character in this book. Poor Littlejim tried and tried to please his father, but always ended up being hurt and disappointed. By the time we were two-thirds through the book, many of my students were beginning to doubt the validity of the characters. Bigjim, the father, was so one-dimensional, that we could predict his reaction to every situation. We did, however, enjoy this authentic look into mountain life, written by a person who knows the region firsthand. For an excellent book by this author, please read The Year of the Perfect Christmas Tree.

Two people who have Ph.D.s should have learned long ago to research the topic they're going to write about, espiecally if they are against it. I am not a Satanist, but, as someone who studies religions, I feel the best way to research and talk about a religion is by reading the major books about the religion. They mentioned Anton Szander Lavey twice in the book, and never sited anything from "The Satanic Bible". This was very convienant for them because, if they had, they would have learned that it actually says the words "Satanists do NOT sacrifice humans or animals"... as well as "Satanists do not take part in rape, child molestation, or defilment of animals". If they would have researched, they would have found that they were wrong.

Aiight first off I wanna state that I am a Christian and this is not a slam on Satanist cause I have friends who are. Satanism is a religion,not a disease. It is not the evil influence of Heavy Metal and such stuff cause I myself listen to Metal and used to be a Satanist. Books should not be written to run down Stanists,no one does that to Christians...So,this book is plain out and simply another false illusion and all copies should be burned...

I tried not to be overly objective and I also attempted to be open to the contents of this book, I still found some things very hard to swallow. I have not yet fully completed my reading, but I will tell you this...Satanism is not a mental disease. The mental disease area belongs to those who think as this book reads. I have been a Satanist my entire adult life. But to tell me that I have a mental disease not a relgion is just the same as saying that all Christians and Catholics are diseased. If you do read this book, just remember...those who write about what they do not know spead a sead of misinformation and seads of the brain if used unwisley can be very distructive. I will give you a full editorial when I am finished from cove to cover.

The book is a re-hashing of old stories related by the author in his role as "storyteller". The book is both rambling and redundant. The author shows little imagination in that the majority of his characters are named "Joe". The text is poorly written with many errors in grammar, punctuation and spelling. Mr. Bedore's limited knowledge in certain areas is evident in this lack-lustre collection. Bedore's penchant for name-dropping adds nothing to what he apparently intends to be a very local, recent history of his home town, somewhere in Canada's back woods. His self-proclaimed fame as a storyteller is severely hampered by a very limited repertoire. However, there is no doubt Bedore is a storyteller ... NOT an author. This book should not target any audience under the age of seventy years. My best advice, Mr. Bedore, DON'T give up your day job

Don't make the same mistake as I did, this is not a book about Ozzy Osbourne. This is a short, easy to read, book for kids between 10-12 years old about some runaway kid named Ozzy. You can imagine that I was disappointed after ordering it from U.S. (I live in Sweden) hoping to get an Ozzy biography. I guess this is the risk when buying things of the internet.