Nantucket doesn't let you sleep in. At least not in Siasconset. The Sun rises at a quarter past five over the eastern bluff the sleepy village teeters on (one house has already tumbled down the eroding cliff with a handful more sure to follow). Let there be no mistake, we’re of the ilk that enjoys Nantucket by way of work, not exclusively by way of play. But such are most of our travels. We’re hardly interested in jetting off anywhere unless it involves a business write-off...
Read MoreIt was Albert Einstein who said, "A little knowledge is a dangerous thing. So is a lot." By definition, that would make the crasis of Conn and Hal Iggulden's book The Dangerous Book for Boys very dangerous. They unveil with reckless abandon a brief history of artillery, how to make a bow and arrow, fireproof clothing, build a treehouse, and make a battery from a stack of quarters—enough to keep a boy dangerous from eight until eighty...
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