Owen's bok of all things mechanical. - Owen James
It starts off well, it has a gripping introduction and the characters seem well structured, the whole book however descends into chaos as soon as the author (Owen James) stops writing a truly insightful analysis of the human psyche, and then just starts drawing pictures of lions chained to lampposts. The whole book is pulled down another notch when he starts speaking in a made up language with vague English words referring to porcupine eating habits. If however you like the random ramblings of some nutcase (and Iím presuming you do as you have got this far through said nutcases review of his own non-existent book) then this book is for you, it wasn't for me however.