The acidly accurate textbook tale.

"The Social Significance of Sport: An Introduction to the Sociology of Sport" by Barry D. McPherson, James E. Curtis and John W. Loy.

You are about to embark on a reading journey that is both stimulating and frustrating.

If one were to encounter this statement as the opening sentence of a book, it could realistically be assumed that the subject of said book would be an enthralling issue such as flower arranging, stamp collecting or African weaving.

The authors of this book seem to have an incredibly optimistic view of the limits of human tolerance, because, in most cases, a reasonably normal human being would be at least slightly reluctant to read a book that has the potential to cause frustration.

The preface states that the book, or more specifically textbook, would be useful for those studying physical education, sociology, sport studies and kinesiology.

I will here admit that I have not read the entire book, for I am a reasonably normal human being and have little patience for frustration, especially my own. However, judging by my few glances at the contents page and chapters excitingly titled 'Sport, Socialisation and the Family', 'Social Class, Socioeconomic Status, and Sport', 'Sport, Collective Behaviour, and Social Movements' and other similarly captivating names, I can fairly assume that the book would indeed be useful for those studying the aforementioned disciplines - but only those.
Otherwise, the book would most likely bore a reader to tears. That would almost be preferable, in most circumstances, because crying would render the reader unable to see the words.

To be fair, however, if one reads this book, one can expect to learn interesting new phrases such as BIRG Phenomenon, frustration-aggression hypothesis and melting pot theory.

Successfully using these in everyday situations, though, could prove difficult ...

Good luck with this; and good luck reading the book, because you'll need it.

Jatta

Jatta is a Princess.

She lives in a land of undeath, werewolves and the demi-godlike sorcerers.

She is cursed to be a werewolf, she must save her kingdom and she must marry the dorkish and half mad Prince Riz.

She is beset on all sides and struggling even with the illusionist's orb and help from Sorcerer Redd.

Its Good!!

One at a time.

Reaper man, a discworld novel by Terry Pratchett

What happens when Death goes on holiday?

Windle Poons is 130 and like all good wizards he knows when he will die, it just happens to be tomorrow and he's been looking forward to it for a very long time.

After a bit of a party Windle Poons dies and his spirit leaves his body only to find that there is.... nowhere to go. Being a pragmatic sort of person Mr Poons goes back. He finds that as a dead person he is more alive, more in control and certainly more mobile than he has been in years.

Windle Poons begins to have fun...

A new zombie on the loose isn't the only odd thing happening on the Discworld, clothing is getting up and walking away, furniture is putting down roots and things are starting to float around. The cause of all this, it seems, is an excess of life. You see Death does not kill you, he just takes away your life and without him the life just floats around wondering what to do with itself.

The problem is that Death is having a holiday as a human pending his permanent and enforced retirement. The Auditors of Reality have decided that Death is too slow and nice and are bringing in a new model. So Death gets to find out what it means to be human and he likes it....

There are also strange snow globes appearing in the nooks and crannys of Anka-Morpork......

Classic Terry Pratchett book, not one of his better works in my opinion but as original and good as usual, worth a read anytime.

A balancing act

Making Money, a discworld novel by Terry Pratchett.

The post office is running smoothly on mountains of paperwork. Moist von Lipwig is tipped to become chairman of the merchants guild complete with goldish chain and he has a beautiful chain-smoking golem-hunting girlfriend Adora.

Moist von Lipwig is trapped in chains of goldish.....

When the old crook is offered a post as chairman of the Royal Mint and the Bank, his heart leaps at the chance to escape the boring bureaucracy, stifling security and the chains of goldish. He is warded off by the inbred insane and rich lavish family, the gold loving semi-vampiric Chief Cashier and the giant glowing gurgling glass Glooper lurking in the cellar.

Fearing death or worse Moist sadly declines the offer.

Then Mrs Lavish steps into his life. Current manager and chairman of the bank, a Mk1 feisty old lady with an embarrassing sense of humour and a gleeful pleasure in mild cruelty. As fast as she enters his life; she sadly exits hers. She inflicts a final cruel prod in her will, she leaves 50% of the banks shares to a small dog named Mr Fusspot who already owns one percent.

She then leaves the dog to one Moist Von Lipwig........

This leaves poor old Moist in exactly the same position he was trying to avoid. He is now the owner of, one Royal Mint that runs at a loss, one bank currently in dispute by the insane and rather murderous Lavishes and finally one very rich dog named Mr Fusspot who needs to go for walkies at least once per day.

This is a good yarn with a well put across message as well as being very very funny and insane................ Completely insanee Ha Hah Hah Hahahahahaha!! Ahahahahahahahahahah!!!!

just kidding lol, this book is thoroughly recommended by me.