Being a princess is hard. Especially when you're just a little OCD. And your twin goes missing. Sure, Princess Eloise is Future Ruler and Heir to the Western Lands and All That Really Matters. And yes, her life is structured by Protocol and full of little "habits" that help her get through the day. But none of that matters when her twin sister disappears. Eloise has to suck it up to try and get her back. She sets out with her champion (a nervous, yammering chipmunk), her guard (the human incarnation of rectitude), and two horses (one an equine perfection, the other on a vow of silence). Like a kind of fantasy-world Gilligan's Island, a quick little two-day jaunt turns into traipsing across realms. sniffing out a trail that is getting colder by the minute. The Purple Haze is a humorous novel set in a world of weak magic, talking animals, and w Y t m nY ml ts. If you like quirky, clever characters, lively dialog, and fun, ripping yarns, then you'll love this fabulous debut novel from Andrew Einspruch.

"In this study, Joseph Levine explores both sides of the mind-body dilemma. Unlike both dualists and materialists, he takes the position that there is no stable resting place, no clear explanation of consciousness. Levine presents the first book-length treatment of his highly influential ideas on the "explanatory gap" - the fact that we can't explain the nature of phenomenal experience in terms of its physical realization. He offers a careful argument that there is such a gap and, after providing intriguing analyses of virtually all existing theories of consciousness, shows that recent attempts to close it fall short of the mark. Levine concludes that in the foreseeable future, consciousness will remain a mystery." "Purple Haze is a vital contribution to the fields of philosophy of mind, philosophy of psychology, metaphysics, and cognitive science and will appeal to anyone with an interest in consciousness and the nature of the mind."--BOOK JACKET.

In The Grail Guitar: The Search for Jimi Hendrix’s Purple Haze Telecaster, Chris Adams takes readers on a fascinating mystery tour to determine whether a Fender Telecaster bought secondhand in a London music store in 1973 was the one used by Jimi Hendrix to record “Purple Haze” in January 1967. The only clues are its left-handed tuners and the salesman’s chance remark that the guitar was brought into the shop by a Hendrix roadie. But these are enough to set the author off on this intriguing journey into Hendrix history. With firsthand details from model Linda Keith, who discovered Hendrix in New York, Adams recounts how the rising star left for London with a white Stratocaster belonging to Keith Richards. The man who made Hendrix’s pedals explains how this Strat failed to make the “Purple Haze” recording session and how it was replaced by a borrowed Telecaster. As Adams tracks down the surviving musicians, they shed light on the fate of that Telecaster and gradually the two guitars begin to merge into one. Throughout, Adams weaves his own story as a rock musician and tells how, against the odds, he managed to hold on to this remarkable instrument. Here is a riveting story of one man seeking the truth about a cultural artifact that changed rock history, a story for rock fans and guitar aficionados, treasure hunters and antique dealers, as well as anyone who likes a detective story.

A skull discovered in a lake leads FBI investigators Bryan Langston and Joe Mallory on a dangerous search for answers to a thirty-year-old unsolved murder. What they don't know is that there is someone still alive who will do whatever it takes to keep the truth buried, even if that means killing again.

Part memoir, part micro-history, this is an exploration of the present through the lens of the past. We all know that the best way to study a foreign language is to go to a country where it's spoken, but can the same immersion method be applied to history? How do interactions with antique objects influence perceptions of the modern world? From Victorian beauty regimes to nineteenth-century bicycles, custard recipes to taxidermy experiments, oil lamps to an ice box, Sarah and Gabriel Chrisman decided to explore nineteenth-century culture and technologies from the inside out. Even the deepest aspects of their lives became affected, and the more immersed they became in the late Victorian era, the more aware they grew of its legacies permeating the twenty-first century. Most of us have dreamed of time travel, but what if that dream could come true? Certain universal constants remain steady for all people regardless of time or place. No matter where, when, or who we are, humans share similar passions and fears, joys and triumphs. In her first book, Victorian Secrets, Chrisman recalled the first year she spent wearing a Victorian corset 24/7. In This Victorian Life, Chrisman picks up where Secrets left off and documents her complete shift into living as though she were in the nineteenth century.

This extraordinarily personal book includes numerous examples of Jimi's handwritten lyrics, often scribbled on hotel stationery, and photos of Jimi accompanying every song. Full-color and b&w photos throughout.

It all began at the beginning of autumn in 1975. I was a young girl who lived with my family near a remote little town called Freemans Waterhole, south west of Lake Macquarie out in the bush, miles from my school friends and neighbours to speak of, except for creepy old Mr Peters. Most days I had to fi nd my own entertainment when I got home from school for there was never anything interesting on the TV, besides I like to get out side and be free like go for rides on my horse I called Sunny, through the bush and along the fi re trails with my dog. Occasionally I would come across wild brumbies that roamed about the bush and on this particular day we found an old grey brumby. My ride was only going to be a quick one before dinner, but when I saw this old brumby for the fi rst time I sensed a certain feeling about him like he was special in some way. From here I knew I had to see him again and fi nd out where he hung out and who with. This lead me to an adventure that almost became life threatening, and to say the least, it was interesting where I wasn’t sure if my mind was playing tricks on me or what was happening. Was it caused by the old brumby? I may never know for sure or work out what really happened. Maybe only time will tell