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Griff Foxley grifffoxley — Used this book as a text in a class I taught on Inner Listening(TM). It's very in depth and may be more than many are ready for but Ruskan knows his subject and is one of the best in his field. It's a great reference book. I highly recommend his emotional clearing audio practice sessions that can be downloaded into your iTunes/ipod for $99. They can be found on his website www.emclear.com. Try his free relaxation download to see how his voice and technique feel to you. I've found his audio emotional clearing session very effective in doing my own clearing work and because of his style and the privacy of the experience, it is helpful for people who do not feel safe sharing their experiences with another in a person to person session. If the world is going to be a better place, we will all need to do our inner work with compassion, dedication and grace. Ruskan offers us the opportunity to do just that.

Pédro Lhfd badrlhfd — I really can't recommend it to any but the most die-hard Monty Python fan, and a lot of the funniest stories were re-told better in live performances by Chapman shortly before his death. But it does offer some amusing, albeit surreal, insight into the man and some interesting anecdotes.

Nan Wang nannanwang — More about the exploits of the characters who live at 44 Scotland Street in Edinburgh. Lively, witty, amusing, and sometimes thoughtful. Gentle reminders about what is important in life find their way into the narrative. For example on p. 327: "Big Lou did not like conflict and estrangement--what was the point, she thought, in being at odds with those whom we should love when our time on this earth was so very short?" In fact, in trying to describe the writing of McCall Smith I would say that he is something of a Scottish Garrison Keillor. The book ends with an impromptu poem at the end of a toast to a friend who will be leaving Edinburgh. This sums up the feel of the book fairly well (and is also rather Keillor-esque): Dear one, how many years is it--I forget-- Since that luminous evening when you joined us In the celebration of whatever it was that we were celebrating--I forget-- It is a mark of a successful celebration That one should have little recollection of the cause; As long as the happiness itself remains a memory. Our tiny planet, viewed from afar, is a place of swirling clouds And dimmish blue; Scotland, though lodged large in all our hearts Is invisible at that distance, not much perhaps, But to us it is our all, our place, the opposite of nowhere; Nowhere can be seen by looking up And realising, with shock, that we really are very small; You would say, yes, we are, but never overcompensate, Be content with small places, the local, the short story Rather than the saga; take pleasure in private jokes, In expressions that cannot be translated, In references that can be understood by only two or three, But which speak with such eloquence for small places And the fellowship of those whom you know so well And whose sayings and moods are as familiar As the weather; these mean everything, They mean the world, they mean the world.