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    <body><![CDATA[At first I found this book hard to read after Howe's first book &quot;The Good Thief,&quot; in which every poem is completely surprising.  These poems are more traditional and, if compared to &quot;The Good Thief&quot; feel almost formulaic.  But when I was finally able to set the first book aside a...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/27114461">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This isn't the kind of poetry I usually read -- Howe's work is heavier on narrative and lighter on logodaedaly than my usual fare -- but I liked it.  Howe's imagination seems to operate on a bigger scale than many poets:  her individual images/metaphors/phrasings/word-choices may not always be the f...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/50062130">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This is one of my all time favorite books of poetry and maybe books period.  While each poem could stand alone, they certainly compliment each other.  It reads like a novel.  First are memories from her childhood, often ladden with hidden gender stories.  Then it moves into a section on her brother ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/20600233">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I devoured this book and after it was over, I had the sharp metallic taste for poetry on my tongue, it never went away. Howe opened my mind to wordplay that wasn't too playful, that conscripted a message but somehow came across as unremarkable and stunning. Teh one time I saw her speak, her hair was...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/6904397">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I read this book of poems in the Elliot Bay Book Store and it stayed in mind for months until finally, I returned to that same store and bought it. The poems are melancholy and plain. Just tiny stories about life with people who are dead or dying and I find them very pure and worth remembering. They...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/259030">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I am fascinated by the way this method of elegy, I'll call it the lyric narrative, where snapshots accumulate to give us the long drawn out pathos central to this book, is so incredibly moving. I read Rankine's <em>The End of the Alphabet</em> around the same time, and I remember thinking to myself how each ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/52283820">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[A much-anticipated second collection by the author of The Good Thief. What do the living do? They make breakfast, shovel snow, make love, bury the dead, suffer and survive and remember and speak. Informed by the death of a beloved brother, here are the stories of childhood, its thicket of sex and sorrow and joy, boys and girls growing into men and women, stories of a brother who in his dying could teach us how to be most alive. These poems touch the place where the inner life and the outer world meet: the moments when we realize that we are still living.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[amazing collection of short poems, direct and fierce.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Oh I got this from the library, but my, I really need to get a copy for myself. Ivy, Tom and I saw her read at Poets House weeks ago and I loved the title poem so much, I requested this collection from the library. I had no idea she'd written &quot;Practicing&quot;--a poem Laura Rice read to us in M...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74782995">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I don't read much poetry, but I picked this one up after I read the title poem online.  (Okay, I made my library order it so I could read it.)  I'm not sure if I was drawn to it because of the directness of the language, or because there's an almost narrative thread running between the poems, or bec...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/45170890">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I've been reading a few poems a day in Marie Howe's book, What the Living Do, at the same time as Naeem Murr's The Perfect Man. <br/><br/>The two books resonate, much about childhood, closeness between children, imaginary worlds (into adolescence), and sexuality--tender and brutal and wrong--<br/>...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/53233077">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[The first section of the book is stunning, and much of the later part as well.  The middle fills out well thematically, but some of the poems are too similar to each other to be powerful.  Still, an amazing collection.]]></body>
    
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