To say that a good programmer can write good software in any language is like saying that a good pilot can fly any aircraft: true, but irrelevant. The choice of a programming language is one of the most important factors that influence the ultimate quality of a software system. Unfortunately, too many programmers have poor linguistic skills: they are passionately in love with their "native" language, but are not able to analyze language constructs. Understanding Programming Languages explains:
what alternatives are available to the language designer
how language constructs should be used for safety and readability
how language constructs are implemented
the role of language in expressing and enforcing abstractions.

ILLUSTRATED WITH EIGHT PLATES AND NUMEROUS WOOD ENGRAVINGS.

Why does chopping an onion make you cry?
How did the grapefruit get its name?
Why does pepper make you sneeze?...
Everyday Mysteries will help you get the answers to these and many other of life's most interesting questions through scientific inquiry.

At Point Fullerton, one thousand miles straight north of civilization, Sergeant William MacVeigh was writing his semi-annual report to the Commissioner of the Royal Northwest Mounted Police at Regina. His cold-stiffened fingers wrote with the stub end of a pencil the last words of his report:
"I beg to say that I have made every effort to run down Scottie Deane, the murderer. I have not given up hope of finding him, but I believe that he has gone from my territory and is probably now somewhere within the limits of the Fort Churchill patrol. We have hunted the country for three hundred miles south along the shore of Hudson's Bay to Eskimo Point, and as far north as Wagner Inlet. Within three months we have made three patrols west of the Bay, unraveling sixteen hundred miles without finding our man or word of him. I respectfully advise a close watch of the patrols south of the Barren Lands."
"There!" said MacVeigh aloud, straightening his hunched shoulders with a groan of relief. "It's done."

That is where we are now —deep in the dungeon room. Once upon a time it was a Hudson Bay post, abandoned almost since I can remember. When I was a child the smallpox plague tore through this way and killed all the people in its path. Nineteen years ago the red plague came again, and again, not one person lived through it in this Poste de Mort Rouge.
Since then it has been left to the weasels and the owls and even they have died. It is shunned by every living soul between the Athabasca and the bay. And I shall leave you here. Perhaps you will be safe? "At least, no one shall disturb you."

This must be a MAN'S kind of romance as I have thoroughly enjoyed it from cover to cover. There are over two hundred pages, as I have formatted it, and it is suitable for printing out, if you so desire.
Cut from a bygone age when love was LOVE, golf is the background and indeed it is the driving force of this beautiful novel. I'm sure that if I understood the game I would love this book all the more, but even in my complete ignorance I was fascinated with the entire body. Even now I chortle when thinking of the hero driving a whole forty miles and making the trip in less than one day! That must have been some kind of fast autoing.

Sergeant Kendra Pacelli is innocent, but that doesn't matter to the people pursuing her. Mistakes might be made, but never acknowledged, especially when billions of embezzled dollars are at stake. But where does one run when all Earth and most settled planets are under the aegis of one government?

"LIKE HEINLEIN'S CITIZEN OF THE GALAXY . . ."
Raised by a human, Heyoka Blackeagle thinks like a human, even if he is a typical hrinn—seven feet tall, covered with fur, retractable claws. In the war against the insectlike flek, Heyoka distinguished himself in the Ranger Corps. Now, on a planet from which the flek have been driven, he's leading a group of humans and hrinn, trying to prove that hrinn can make proficient rangers in spite of their disdain for following orders.
Then a hidden, fully functional flek stargate is found, ready to transport flek hordes. And word comes of a flek advance. The planet must be evacuated, but rather than abandon his team in the jungle, Heyoka stays behind, only to find that his human partner Mitsu, once a flek POW, is hallucinating, seeing nonexistent flek. And then the real flek arrive. . . .

Frankly, He Preferred Humans.
Rescued from a slave market by a human trader and raised as his son, one question has haunted Heyoka Blackeagle through the years: who — and what — is he He feels human, indeed he feels like a somewhat alienated member of his father's tribe. So what if he is seven feet tall, furry, and equipped with retractable claws.
Human is as human does....Right.

With the sequel to Oath of Swords (1995), the new series by the creator of the popular Honor Harrington yarns has been promoted to hardcover. In it, Bahzell Bahnakson and Brandark, two hradani (i.e., humanoid giants with foxlike ears), take several more steps in their venture to advance Bahzell's father's plans for uniting and civilizing the hradani and the war god Tomanak's plans for opposing the grim, dark god Shama. Along the way, the pair acquire several companions, including a young knight who has to be forcibly cured of prejudice against hradani, and give readers what amounts to a guided tour of a well-realized fantasy world, most of whose elements are genre staples. Still, Weber deftly fleshes out such concepts as the underground cities of the tale's dwarves, the immortality of its elves, the power of its demons to destroy those who summon them (and name-spelling errors be damned), and so on. Even the Scots flavor of hradani speech patterns charms more often than not.

The Star Kingdom has a new generation of officers! And this elite group hand-picked and trained by Honor Harrington herself is going to be needed immediately, as their first assignment turns out to be more dangerous than anyone expected. What was supposed to be a quiet outpost, far from the blazing conflict between the Star Kingdom of Manticore and the People's Republic of Haven has actually been targeted by an unholy alliance between the slaveholders of Manpower, the rival star kingdoms of Mesa and Monica, and the bureaucrats of the Solarian League. The alliance stands to benefit if the Havenites defeat Manticore, and are preparing for a surprise attack from the rear to divide Manticore's forces, which are already strained nearly to their limits. With their captain, the young Manticoran officers will risk their careers, if not their lives, on an unauthorized mission to expose and counter the threat to their Star Kingdom. Follow their journey as they show what they're made of as New York Times best-selling author David Weber begins a new series that will be a must for the hundreds of thousands of Honor Harrington fans.

On the planet Grayson to participate in diplomatic talks between the Kingdom of Manticore and the Republic of Haven, Honor Harrington discovers that she is stuck on a fiercely patriarchal, misogynist planet.

The races which ruled the Galactic Federation knew they were vastly superior to the inferior species restricted to the narrow confines of their own star systems by the crudity of their technology . . . and they had every intention of keeping things that way.
It was a neat little scam, a rigged game in which only the House could win, which the Federation had played for over a hundred thousand years, and no one had ever managed to challenge it..

There he was in his sailboat in the middle of the Atlantic, all alone and loving it. Well, there was a US Navy carrier group on his southern horizon, but he was a Navy guy himself, so he didn't mind. Then came the UFOs, hurtling in from the Outer Black to overfly the carriers at Mach 17. Their impossible aerobatics were bad enough—but then they started shooting at each other. And at the Navy. With nukes. Little ones at first, but winding up with a 500 megatonner at 90 miles that fried every piece of electronics within line-of-sight....

Having made him look a fool, she's been exiled to Basilisk Station in disgrace and set up for ruin by a superior who hates her.
Her demoralized crew blames her for their ship's humiliating posting to an out-of-the-way picket station.
The aborigines of the system's only habitable planet are smoking homicide-inducing hallucinogens....