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  <title><![CDATA[An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination: A Memoir]]></title>
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  <default_description>&quot;This is the happiest story in the world with the saddest ending,&quot; writes Elizabeth McCracken in her powerful, inspiring memoir. A prize-winning, successful novelist in her 30s, McCracken was happy to be an itinerant writer and self-proclaimed spinster. But suddenly she fell in love, got married, and two years ago was living in a remote part of France, working on her novel, and waiting for the birth of her first child.

This book is about what happened next. In her ninth month of pregnancy, she learned that her baby boy had died. How do you deal with and recover from this kind of loss? Of course you don't--but you go on. And if you have ever experienced loss or love someone who has, the company of this remarkable book will help you go on.

With humor and warmth and unfailing generosity, McCracken considers the nature of love and grief. She opens her heart and leaves all of ours the richer for it.</default_description>
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  <original_publication_year type="integer">2008</original_publication_year>
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  <read_at>Mon Sep 01 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I can't remember the last time I cried at a book (and I mean real tears, not just a sentimental tingle in the back of my nose -- maybe &quot;The Diary of Anne Frank&quot; in junior high? &quot;<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/10365.Where_the_Red_Fern_Grows" title="Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls">Where the Red Fern Grows</a>&quot;?)<br/><br/>Why this one?  Now?  (My sister just called and said, &quot;Jes...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/33712749">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <date_added>Fri Aug 08 15:23:36 -0700 2008</date_added>
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    <body><![CDATA[I read the excerpt of this in Oprah Magazine and it moved me more than anything I've read in a long, long time. <br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Okay, so yesterday when I was sick with a weird, spacey cold, I lay in bed and read this book. It's beautiful, and incredibly sad, and what happened to Elizabeth...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/29643428">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[A thin, beautiful, sad - but defiant - book about the loss of a baby. It begins with the flat warning: &quot;Someone dies in this book. A baby.&quot; McCracken married her British husband in her late thirties and was thrilled to be living together in Bordeaux and pregnant with their first child (nic...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/40619245">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Sun Jan 11 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Sitting here I'm finding it very difficult to review this book.  The subject (the death and mourning of a stillborn baby) was obviously a tough one to get through, but I did find it very interesting.  I found myself having such a connection with her experiences - not with exactly what she went throu...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/42690750">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Thu Apr 09 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I read this book on a recommendation of a friend who is familiar with the fact that I have gone through a similar experience in my own life.  I, too, have delivered a stillborn son.  What is ironic is that I had ordered this book off of Amazon, and it was delivered (and I started reading it) the day...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/51527376">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Wed Apr 01 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[This book was a heartbreaking memoir about loss and life.  There are no surprises here--McCracken tells you right up front that &quot;a child dies in this book: a baby.  A baby is stillborn,&quot; and then adds that a healthy baby is born in this book, too.  I was riveted by the story, told in bits ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/51144572">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[In An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination, Elizabeth McCracken writes, sometimes in excruciating detail, about her experience giving birth to her first child, who was stillborn. It's both a hard book to read and a hard book to put down, and much more gripping than McCracken's fiction. It's ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/47523690">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Mon Dec 29 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[A hard book to comment on, but I will say that I read it in one night/morning, as I suspect most people do who pick it up.  Also: I would like to take all my lessons in how to handle maternal grief and anxiety (when/if I experience it) from a three-headed oracle of Rachel Zucker, Joan Didion, and El...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41284255">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Grim &amp; painful retelling of a still birth experienced by a couple of contemp. authors (American and British) while living in France. <br/>I started w/ out knowing anything about it as I liked the title.  Finished it in a day. Odd that they named the unborn child Pudding and even craved that onto it...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41808396">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Tue Nov 11 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Hard to take the story of a still born child and make it anything but a devestating read.  But somehow Elizabeth McCracken is able to do this.  I actually laughed out loud several times.  This reminded me a lot of 'The Year of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7815.The_Year_of_Magical_Thinking" title="The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion">Magical Thinking</a>.'  McCracken is a cool customer too.  I thought it was v...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/37420650">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Thu Nov 20 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[If you are one of those people who say &quot;I'd read it but the subject matter is so DEPRESSING&quot; well then move on, dear reader, I do not suffer your disease. Sometimes I worry that I find material on mourning and grief and loss so compelling. but this is the rawest of raw materials and it is ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/36433140">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[In a time when many readers are wary of memoirs, Elizabeth McCracken's effort is at once refreshing, harrowing, brave and emotionally exhausting. An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination addresses every parent-to-be's worst fear: losing a baby. This is one of the most honest and courageous bo...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/42643126">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[McCracken re-lives her pregnancy and stillborn birth of her first child and the pregnancy and birth of her second.  It is elegantly and beautifully written, even if the subject matter is heartbreaking at times.  It is an amazingly self-aware memoir--she describes her feelings as best as she can reme...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/57733178">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[As some of my friends noted about this book, its one of those deals that passes by quickly but leaves leaves a definite mark. I agree: I polished this thing off in two long bus rides to NYC, and I'm still trying to figure out how it works. As far as memoirs go, there are TON of what memoir &quot;exp...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/65413541">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[<p>In Elizabeth McCracken's heartrending memoir‚Äîa love letter to the child she lost and the devoted husband who suffered alongside her‚ÄîMcCracken displays her many talents. Her warmth, candor, crystalline prose, lovely imagery, and attention to detail bring her painful story to life. McCracken's dar...</p><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/45463769">more...</a>]]></body>
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  <read_at>Sun Jan 11 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is a memoir about losing a baby at the last possible second - McCracken's first child died after his due date, but before he was born.  A lot of the book talks about how she coped - or didn't cope - with the grief.  An excellent primer on grief, in a way - for the griever or those around the gr...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/42579738">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[Reminded me of Joan Didion's Year of <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7815.The_Year_of_Magical_Thinking" title="The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion">Magical Thinking</a> in that it took a topic like death (this one especially tragic) and wrote about it with such tender and delicate prose. Very moving, and oh so sad.<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41289684">more...</a>]]></body>
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    <body><![CDATA[I'm reading this book that a friend lent me. She had 3 stillborn babies before her fourth child was born, now a happy and healthy 21 month old. I'm reading this to understand her experience. She said that this book is the closest she's ever read to hearing her own thoughts. I'm only 16 pages in - th...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/75439580">more...</a>]]></body>
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