I’m a Christian-I make no bones about it or apology for it.
I believe that Jesus Christ, the Son of God, died on the cross and paid the price for my sins. I accepted his free gift on February 1, 1978.
No amount of good works or self-improvement on my part had anything to do with my salvation. God did it all and that’s the way it should be.
I encourage anyone seeking God to consider my words and accept God’s free gift of salvation. All it takes is a realization that you are a sinner, no amount of ‘works’ on your part will save you, accept and believe Christ died on the cross for you sins, accept his free gift and you will be saved. It’s that simple.
In this article when I refer to a blessing I’ve narrowed it down to a specific subject: my reviews
As many of you know I’ve been writing reviews for almost 28 years.
Collectors’ Corner started out as a single-page printed newsletter and has blossomed into a blog, Facebook page, Twitter account and a Linked-in account.
Collectors’ Corner’s readership has grown over the years. It’s not incredibly big, but respectable. The majority of those who choose to read my reviews are collectors.
Over the past several years review samples provided by publishers and manufacturers have dwindled. It is not uncommon for me to receive one to two samples a week.
At one point I could expect to get samples everyday.
But, times have changed. With the advent of the web more and more companies are cutting back on sending samples as the web allows them to promote their merchandise practically for free.
The proliferation of YouTube and other ‘review’ outlets has stretched promotional material out so that only a select few outlets (most with huge audience numbers) receive samples.
That’s OK, that’s business.
I could whine and complain about the unfairness of it all-but why bother?
It is what it is. I hold no malice or bad feelings toward any individuals or companies.
What I do have...is hope. I’ve discovered over the years of my Christian life that when God takes something away he always replaces it with something better.
In my case I may have lost a lot of review possibilities but I’ve gained so much more.
I was taking what God has given me for granted: my wife, my kids, my family, my friends, my health, my finances, my church and so much more.
God has given me the time to reflect on my life and to reprioritize my wants and needs. I’m grateful.
I would be a liar if I said it has been easy-growth never is. But it was necessary.
I don’t believe in ‘name it and claim it‘. It simply isn’t scriptural. God never promised our lives would be without pain and struggles. What he does promise is that he will be with us through it all.
While I was visiting my brother in Michigan last week it suddenly struck me. It was almost kike God whispered in my ear and assured me that something remarkable was about to happen.
I’m excited (and a little afraid) to see what’s next.
I’ve learned to trust God (it took me long enough). I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. If I did, I may not to go there.
What I do know is that God promised to be by my side, to carry me if necessary and to trust him--completely. That’s not easy to do.
God knows all about my personality quirks, fears, likes, dislikes, my strengths and weaknesses and how I think, feel and perceive the world and yet he still loves me-unconditionally.
I’m no super-Christian. I have my moments of doubt, anger, frustration, fear and anxiety. I also have hope and the promise that God is the God of second and infinite chances.
And that’s a good thing. God knows, I’ve messed up enough.
As far as the reviews go I would like to continue doing them. I enjoy writing them. I also enjoy collecting.
God willing, both will continue. If God so chooses to bless both the sky’s the limit!
This past week I visited my older brother in Michigan. The nearly 1,000 mile trip took just over four hours-including a one hour stop over in Atlanta, Georgia.
When I arrived at the Flint, Michigan airport and exited my Delta air flight, I spotted my brother just outside the check-in area in the lobby.
We hugged, teased each other as brothers do and headed back to his home in Highland.
On the way back we stopped at my mother’s grave, ate a late lunch and within an hour arrived at his home.
Now living alone, my brother’s wife passed away a year ago, my brother (Rich) has comfortably set into his solitary life and seems quite content. His loss rears its head occasionally but he copes with it well.
His children, friends and fellow church members check in on him periodically. Mostly he stays at home, ventures out for an occasional meal, shops for groceries and supplies, goes to church and is satisfied living a quite life.
The next few days we talked a lot, caught up on old times, shared memories of past family and friends, remembered places we grew up around and that no longer exist and visited a few other relatives, ate out and enjoyed the quiet times two old men appreciate. One day I was able to visit with an old high-school buddy.
We walked around our hometown, stopped by our old high school, commented on how things had changed, stirred up a few memories and marveled at how time had passed so quickly.
I brought my old high school yearbook and we mourned the loss of so many of our classmates. Before we knew it, the time was gone. He returned to his home and work and I to my brother’s home.
The day before I left to come home Rich and I visited my late brother (Dallas’s) family and his surviving widow.
His two grandchildren had grown up, his son was his spitting image and Dallas's widow was living with them in her own little apartment in the basement.
She spends her days watching TV, reliving her life with my brother, watching the birds outside her window feed and the deer and other wild animals make their frequent visits in the field outside her back door.
Barely three hours later Rich and I returned to his home, spent our last night together as siblings and wished we had more time.
The next afternoon, Rich and I ate brunch and all too soon he dropped me off at the airport.
As he drove away I felt the tears well up in my eyes, my heart ached and it struck me that I may never see him again-in this life.
I remembered growing up together, how we went our separate ways, the all-too-brief visits and the memories we shared.
It struck me how much I loved him and my faraway family and how I missed my wife back home and my kids and grandchild.
I swallowed hard as the memories rushed in and how God has blessed my life. I am so grateful for my family-both past and present.
I cherish the times, both in Michigan and Florida.
Looking forward I am content in the fact that I will grow older and like my brother and sister-in-law content myself with puttering around at home, relishing my kids and grandkid(s) and eventually passing on where I will be reunited with my lost loved ones.
Life has its moments, both good and bad. Dreams come true and sometimes they don’t. The only thing that does not change is change and that’s OK.
The past is both dead and alive. While I can never go back (nor would I want to), I still have my memories.
To quote Robin Williams as Peter Pan in the movie Hook, “To live… to live would be an awfully big adventure.”
I first heard Elton John’s music at a friend’s house. She brought out his first album to play.
The first of the songs I heard was Your Song. I became an instant fan.
I would go on to buy his album, Madman Across The Water, Captain Fantastic, Tumbleweed Connection, Yellow Brick Road and others, as his career progressed.
Often controversial, flamboyant, the ultimate showman and infamously temperamental, Elton John carved out a predominate niche in the music industry-a niche he still holds today after almost fifty years of performing.
In Rocketman, published by Carlton Books and featuring a foreword by Elton, readers are treated to a very special event/
Rocketman examines the hit film chronicling the life and career of the legendary performer.
Inside the oversize hardbound book, learn how the actor who plays him prepared for the role, the preparations and production behind the film, how the musical numbers were performed and how the film’s passage through time was achieved.
It’s a joyous journey through the life of the world’s premiere performer will al the bumps, blemishes and tragedies included as well as the triumphs.
Love him or hate him, Elton John has proven to be a solid, classic act whose fans around the globe love
Let’s be honest. Many people living today tend to think that the problems, changes and solutions of the current times they are living in is the be-all and end-all.
Or to put it another way. A large portion of the population is egocentric or narcissistic. In their opinion those who lived in the past did not deal with the same problems or situations that they deal with today.
For an example: global climate change.
Many scientists and individuals believe that the Earth’s temperature is raising and will soon result in massive flooding.
Barely 50 years ago, individuals who also believed in climate change, surmised that the climate was getting colder and the Earth would soon be plunged into a new ice age.
I’m not here to argue climate change-pro or con. I’m attempting to make a point.
Despite the advances and social environment we find ourselves into today, entire generations before us also experienced pain, happiness, want, friendship, love, daily struggles and the like.
Soon I’ll be visiting my hometown in Michigan.
I’m sure when I get there things will look entirely different. Businesses I frequented when I was young will ether be gone, the buildings they occupied changed or even torn down.
My old stomping grounds will be vaguely familiar.
Sure, the streets may have the same names and the layout of the town will be somewhat altered but my memories, my past (at one time my present) will not line up with what exists now.
It’s kind of sad. I have to admit I feel somewhat melancholy. Old friends, classmates, relatives and those people that I saw on a daily basis will have changed, aged or passed on.
All over our country small towns that were once prosperous and full of life have dwindled in population, stores have closed and houses have decayed and succumbed to time.
Where once people lived and worked have become little more than shadows of their former selves populated only with the ghosts of the past and vermin, weeds and decay.
I encourage you to take a day, ride around and discover abandoned old buildings. If possible, explore and for a moment ponder the fact that each place once housed living, breathing people with their own dreams, aspirations and plans.
No one expects to die. Visit a cemetery and look at the tombstones. Each one marks a spot where the remains of a person rests.
Cradled in the dirt is all that remains of individuals who loved, had a family and friends, worked, paid bills, planned for the future and watched themselves grow old, bent-over, sick and feeble.
Look around-the past is alive.
One day, if Christ tarries his return, someone will be looking down at your grave and briefly-oh so briefly, realize that you too were alive, young, vibrant and full of promise.
Life is far too short and precious. Days race by and once youthful features and physiques shrivel, wrinkle and ultimately give into the years.
While there is still time, love your family and friends, appreciate them for the persons they are, cast away old hurts and past failures, embrace each day with a renewed sense of wonder.
For no day, hour, minute or second can be experienced again once they pass by.
Make peace with God. Make peace with yourself and others. Forgive yourself and others.
The present is fleeting and before you know it will be the past. This life is only the beginning. Enjoy each day and hold it close. Receive it as the precious gift it is.
I intend to spend time with my surviving brother, because I may never see him again in this life. I plan on basking myself in the warm company of old friends and family.
I will explore every nook and cranny of my hometown and wallow in the memories it stirs within me.
For a moment, a very precious moment, I will be young again, full of promise and potential with my whole life in front of me.
And then it will be over and I will return to the present with something new: an appreciation for those people I have known, the wonderful times I have experienced and an anticipation as to what comes next.
Where do you draw the line between fiction and fact?
In PIE International’s newest book: Into Fiction/Reality, the photographic and design talent of Mika Ninagawa is examined.
The softbound book immediately challenge one’s sense of reality by its cover.
The high-gloss, full-color, fold-over cover which is enhanced by silver type and spotlighting some close-ups of women’s lips is a bit of a shocker.
Flipping the book open readers will be treated to gallery of close-up photos of everyday objects and common people.
“What’s so unusual about that?” you might ask.
It’s how the close-ups are done that challenges your sight, point of reference and concept of reality.
Photos are often cropped at odd angles and fragments/segments.
Backgrounds either complement or contrast the subject matter and the images themselves frequently do not line up to what is expected.
Unusual cloths, props, overlapping images, confusing and mesmerizing patterns and foregrounds all combine to make Into Fiction/Reality an exercise in perception, conception, presupposition, non-conformity and non-traditional (yet strikingly familiar) presentations of images, people and things.
Every conceivable photographic image manipulation and black and white and color distortion, augmentation and technique is used to create a truly unique book of images.
One day while a group of small children are having fun with their playgroup and new kid shows up.
He’s an elephant and his name is Humperdink.
At first when Humperdick tries to play games and activities it’s a disaster. He’s too big and tends to break things.
The children feel bad for him and decide to do the things an elephant likes to do. They follow him outside, explore the jungle and do all sorts of elephant things.
What a wonderful lesson about friendship, compassion and accepting someone for who they are.
Sean Taylor and Claire Alexander combine their writing and artistic skills to create a heartfelt and touching tale of an elephant who only wants to fit in and the children who make him welcome. Size, shape and or species-kids are kids.
Beautifully written and illustrated, Humperdink Our Elephant Friend is published by Quarto Knows and Words & Pictures and is perfect for kids three to five years old.
It was either late 1969 or early 1970 and one of my best friends: Alden, had come over to my house to spend the night.
He brought with him a couple of albums (for you younger generation out there-albums are like large CDs made of black vinyl that break).
One of the albums was Crosby, Stills and Nash. Young contributed but stayed behind-the-scenes. He would add his initial to the group's second album: Deja Vu
He put it on my little, single speaker turntable, placed the needle on the record and the music began to play.
I was hooked immediately.
I had heard of the group. They played at the Woodstock Music Festival a few months earlier.
What we were listening to was their premiere album.
All four musicians had come from successful bands: Crosby from The Byrds, Graham Nash from The Hollies and Stephen Stills from Buffalo Springfield as did Neil Young.
Miraculously the four met, immediately bonded and started creating music.
CSN & Y epitomized that Folk Rock movement of the early seventies. Their seamless blend of vocal harmonies unified the rebellious youth of the time and their politically laced lyrics resounded with the Hippie/Me Generation.
In the Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's 50-Year Quest: Music To Change The World book, written by Robert McParland and published by McFarland Books, readers are invited to journey back in time to the band’s genesis and travel the decades with them to the present. Along the way readers will learn about their political agenda (much of which I disagree with, but I still love their music), their highs and lows, tensions between the band’s members and their popularity through the decades.
Learn about heir bouts with drugs and alcohol, their turbulent and often confrontational drive to create, their friendship and their eventually breakup sparked by Nash and Crosby’s falling out.
For a first-hand look at the long and successful years by one of the most influential Rock bands in the world Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young's 50-Year Quest delivers.
Captain James Tiberius Kirk: perhaps the most famous captain of Starfleet.
The youngest captain to ever command a Constitution class starship James Kirk is respected by his fellow Starfleet comrades and feared by his enemies.
Brilliant, passionate, compassionate and willing to ‘bend’ the rules, Captain Kirk has saved countless lives, faced danger and death head-on and believes there is no such thing as a ‘no-win’ situation.
Handsome and ladies man Kirk nevertheless places his own personal needs aside when it comes to the safety of his ship and crew.
But, how did James Kirk become the legendary Captain Kirk? What people and situations molded the man into the legend his is?
In writer Christopher L. Bennett’s new book: Star Trek: The Captain's Oath, published by Gallery Books, readers get a rare peek into the often turbulent life of the man, the myth and the legend.
Learn about his earlier commands, his victories, his failures, his personal life, how his well-known persistence and perseverance came about and the decisions that ultimately made him the man he is.
It’s a fascinating exploration of the past events and people who shaped James T. Kirk into one of the most renowned captains in Starfleet history.
Way back in the early 1980s I started working for an advertising agency.
My duties primarily involved creating logos, brochures and other promotional print projects.
My boss and the art director were primarily responsible for overseeing my work and writing the copy (or text) for individual campaigns.
One day while we were working on a campaign both my boss and art director had hit a brick wall while trying to create eye-catching copy.
I always had the knack for puns and off-kilter humor and I suggested a headline and theme for the copy.
They both liked it and before I knew I was dubbed the slogan maker.
After I left the agency I went to work for a number of companies in their marketing departments and soon myself not only designing ad campaigns but writing the copy as well.
I must have been doing something right because the campaigns were successful and my writing talent was not only appreciated but also called upon more and more.
During this period I also started writing a small “What’s Hot, What’s Not” newsletter distributed at local comic book shops. It was nothing fancy, but it soon caught on.
Before long the size of the newsletter, it’s contents and its distribution numbers grew and I had a surefire hit on my hands.
Not only was I writing reviews about comic books, but I branched out to books, toys, trading cards and just about anything else that was considered pop culture.
I was born in Pontiac, Michigan in January 1953. We lived in Milford, Michigan: a small town of only a few thousand.
I lived there until I was 20 years old and moved to Florida, went to college, met my wife and I’ve have been here ever since.
In a few weeks I’ll be traveling to my hometown to visit my sole surviving brother. He and I are the last of our family. After we are gone our children and grandkids will carry on our lineage.
My trip will last five days. I’ll arrive at the Flint airport around noon. The first day I’m there my brother (Rich) and I will have a lot of catching up to do.
Tentative plans are to spend some time with my nephews and nieces and their families, a full day with my high school friend (Tim) touring about Milford, attend Wednesday church services with my brother, do a lot of visiting, eating out and reminiscing and then head back to Florida on Saturday.
I’m looking forward to it. Over these last few years my brother and I have grown much closer. We lost our middle brother over two years ago and Rich lost his wife just over a year ago.
While it is true you can never go back to your past, I hope to at least stir up a few memories, spend time with the people I love and return home with a new appreciation of how fortunate I am to have such a great family.
I vowed after my middle brother (Dallas) died that I would go to see my surviving brother before it was too late to do so.
Dallas and I had plans to see each other one year before he passed away.
But, health issues, moving, family situations and schedules did not permit it. I regret not seeing him before he died to this day.
Rich and I were honored to say a few words at his funeral and I got to spend some time with Dallas’s family while I was there.
Time passes so quickly. Before you know it, you’ve grown up. As the years mount precious family and friends pass away, familiar surroundings change and the specter of death draws closer every hour.
I am so grateful that I was saved back in 1978 and that all three of my brothers and their spouses (and many of their kids) were also saved-along with our mom.
While I am in no hurry to leave this life I am assured that I will see them again. With God’s grace many more of my family will be saved as well as dear friends.
I’m 66 years old, 19 years older than my dad was when he died. Perhaps I’ll see him in the next life, as I never knew him in this one.
As I grow older I’ve come to realize that all those things that seemed so important and urgent as I grew up really don’t amount to much.
Fame, fortune, health, youth--they all fad as the years mount up.
It all comes down to two things: loving God and loving others. Without those two things life is meaningless.
Take the time to thank God, say a kind word and give a hug to those close to you for tomorrow they may be gone.
Back in the 1950s and 1960s TV was a wonderful playground. Every conceivable type of show existed from Detective, Westerns, Suspense, Science Fiction--the list goes on and on.
Never one to pass up a quick buck the comic book industry quickly snapped up publishing rights for various TV shows.
The TV comic books were a huge hit with kids.
One of my favorite comic book adaptations was of Western TV shows.
There were literally dozens of titles to choose from. Some featured painted covers and photo covers while other sported art by some of the industry’s biggest names like Alex Toth and others.
Like the TV shows they emulated, comic book Westerns encouraged chivalry, honesty, high morals, family and community responsibility and a stellar and trustworthy character.
We could use a few good Western TV shows and comic books nowadays.
Imagine waking up in an enclosed tube. A warm, gooey fluid threatens to drown you. Tubes, sensors and IVs cover your body; some pierce your skin.
Panicked you thrash about only to tumble to a cold metallic floor. You gag, vomit and almost pass out.
Remarkably you manage to crawl across the room and painfully stand-up.
You have no memory of how you got there, where you are and what happened.
Slowly you start to piece together your fragmented memory.
You’re aboard a spaceship. Painfully you remember your name: Maryam “May” Knox. You’re the commander of the spacecraft Hawking II.
Where is everyone? Why will no one answer? Only the voice of the ship’s AI is heard urging you to drink, eat and take healing medication.
After several minutes, (hours?) you manage to regain some of your strength and with the help of the AI start to piece together what happened.
Meanwhile on Earth everyone believes your ship is lost or destroyed, except your husband.
Fortunately you are able to send a message home. Now begins the rescue mission.
The more you piece the facts together the more you suspect that your predicament was not an accident. Your husband suspects the same.
But why? And where is the rest of the crew?
I admit it, I’m a sucker for ‘the last survivor scenario”. Especially when it involves space travel.
Author S. K. Vaughn has taken the tried and true ‘last survivor; genre and given it a unique tweak with enough twists, turns, unexpected moments and surprises to keep readers glued to its pages.
Across The Void is an epic sci-fi novel (published by Skybound Books/Atria that delivers plenty of action, intrigue and mystery to satisfy the most discerning of readers.
It would make a great movie ranking right up there with Alien, The Martian, Arrival and other sci-fi classics.
Sunday nights. It was the late 1960s and my Mom and I had settled into our respective living room chairs, turned on the TV to the NBC Network and leaned back to watch our favorite TV Western: Bonanza.
It was one of the few TV shows that my Mom and I liked to watch together.
Mom (although she would not admit to it) had a crush on Ben Cartwright, the patriarch of the Cartwright clan.
My favorite was Hoss, the big lovable bull of a man: brother to Little Joe and Adam.
I was a big kid and identified with him.
There was something comforting about a tightly bound family (albeit all men) that satisfied my need for a father figure, or figures.
Mom and I watched the show from its first episode in 1959 to its last show 14 years later.
CBS/Paramount present The Official Ninth Season of Bonanza Volumes 1 & 2.
The special, digitally restored twin, first time on DVD collections feature every episode of series Ninth Season.
Celebrate the 60th Anniversary of Bonanza with Ben, Hoss, Little Joe and Candy (taking the place of Adam) as they tend to the Cartwright’s Ponderosa ranch, ward off bad guys, Indians, con artists, crooks and other Wild West dangers and threats.
Along the way some hilarious and funny episodes are included.
DVD extras include behind-the-scenes goodies, Promotion clips, commentaries, photos and so much more.
It’s a veritable ’Bonanza” of Ponderosa fun and features.
We moved a lot. We ate a boatload of government surplus food and didn’t live in the best of surroundings.
My older brothers were moved out and married by the time I was six years old-effectively making me a lone child.
Mom was a lousy money manager and I learned at a young age that if I wanted anything I would have to pay for it myself.
I worked a lot of paper routes and stock boy positions.
I’m not faulting my mom-it’s just the way things were.
We were poor, often short of money, but overall I had a great childhood.
Great friends and family, a wonderful small town to live in and lots of fun stuff to do as a kid and teenager all combined to make my young life enjoyable.
I graduated high school, attended college and moved to Florida where I met my wife. We married forty years ago, adopted two great kids, I had steady work (not always the best mind you), we attended church and made a lot of friends and had/have some pretty cool relatives.
We struggled sometimes, but we paid the bills, had food to eat, cloths to wear, a place to live and best of all--we had each other.
I’m retired now and it hit me.
I’ve found myself regretting many of the decisions and choices I made early in my life. I resented the hard times I lived through and most of all I was mad about the unrealized dreams I held for so long.
I’m an artist who never gained his full potential, a frustrated writer, a man slightly out of step with society and a bit of a daydreamer.
I’ve caught myself focusing on my own destiny and dreams and ignoring those around me. I tend to zone out and dwell too much on my inner thoughts.
Suddenly it struck me (I thank God he pointed this out to me) that I need to change. I need to cherish each day, concentrate on what’s going on around me and most of all--to appreciate, love and honor my loved ones.
God willing and with his help I will.
I intend to relish the writing and creative endeavors God permits me to do and be appreciative of everything and everyone he has blessed me with.
We have paid off our home, owe no money, have a comfortable retirement, have good health and have more than we need.
Both my wife and I are saved. Hopefully both of our children are too and God willing our grandson will get saved one day.
It’s taken me 66 years to grow up, to live for the day and to not be afraid of both my past and future.
Where would Superheroes be without Super-Villains?
After all, it’s one thing to have super powers and strive for the good. It’s quite anther thing when you have an adversary who also has super abilities and tries to negate every good thing you accomplish.
Just look at Superman and Lex Luthor or Batman and The Joker. Talk about your Ying and Yang!
Without Super-Villains, Superheroes would be little more than super errand boys. They’d take their powers in stride, get lazy and soon become passe in the eyes of the public.
Bad as they are Super-Villains keep the good guys on their toes, force them to hone their skills and abilities and draw a definite line between good and evil.
Besides that, Super-Villains are just plain cool! The truth be told they tend to be much more interesting characters than superheroes.
After all Super-Villains don’t see themselves as bad guys, just misunderstood and unappreciated individuals who see things a little bit different as society in general.
In DC Comics Super-Villains 100 Greatest Moments, published by Chartwell Books, and written by Robert Greenberger, readers witness the highlights from the history of the world’s greatest Super-Villains.
Sporting a full-color, wraparound book cover designed by Anna D. Puchalski, the oversize hardbound book is brimming with Super-Villain goodness (uh-badness).
Listed in alphabetical order, starting with Adolf Hitler and ending with Vandal Savage, the book chronicles the greatest crime capers foisted on society by each villain along with a quick rundown about their origin and modus operandi.
Full-color cover art, spot illustrations, full-page splashes and interior pages all combine to make this the ultimate visual assembly all about DC’s Super -Villains.
Konami turns out the lights, cranks up the lightning and pushes the winds to near hurricane force with its new Yu-Gi-Oh! Trading Card Game Dark Neostorm six Card Booster Pack.
The 100-Card Booster Set is no Spring shower as it lets primal forces unleash their devastating power and that’s no more true than with its Xyz Summoning.
With the return of the Xyz Monsters the Super Quantum Mecha Pilots are the only ones capable of negating monster effects.
Here are just a few things to look for:
A Metamorphic Dragon Multiple new "Discard" Effect Monsters A Reinforcement of the Army-like Spell Card for Cyberse monsters A Danger!-ous Spell Card A Link Monster
Hollywood: a location and industry based on individuals pretending to be other individuals--in other words fantasy.
Actors, actresses, dancers, musicians singers, directors, screen writers-they all perform to entertain the public.
Their fame is based on fabricated tales, not on real deeds.
Is it any wonder that many of the Hollywood crowd are a bit quirky, do some outrageous things and have a slightly off-kilter view of life in general?
In Strange Hollywood, from the editors of Portable Press, readers learn all about amazing and intriguing incidents from Tinseltown and beyond.
If you are a fan of all things showbiz then this is the book for you.
Learn all about the odd personality traits, strange coincidences, sometimes outrageous quotes, bizarre facts and other Hollywood goodies that drawn people to the entertainment capital of the world.
Do you have what it takes to outrace something that attacks from the depths?
