When you find out you're pregnant, your natural instinct is to read about (or Google) everything that could go wrong and worry yourself sick. If you enjoy scaring yourself silly, this is the book for you.
This book offers no encouragement or guidance and reads more like a medical textbook written by a stern matronly figure. It has no warmth and is very dated in parts. Much of the advice is now being replaced.
Personally, at 6 weeks pregnant, I didn't need to know all the different ways an episiotomy could be performed. At 30 weeks, I didn't plan to stumble upon a chapter about still birth while looking for advice on breathing exercises. OK, I guess it's cool to know what a ventouse looks like, but there's a difference between sensible preparation and panicking yourself for no reason, and I don't think this book is useful in that respect.
Finally, some of the advice here is very patronising and/or downright ridiculous. For example, Dr Stoppard has included a handy list of hospital bag essentials that includes eau de cologne. Eau de cologne??! Please buy a modern book and skip over this old-fashioned rubbish.