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    <body><![CDATA[I finished this book and then promptly gave it away. The colloquial speech was difficult to follow and I had to take notes to keep up with people's names. I didn't like any of the characters, I rooted for no one and I was left bewildered when it ended. It was a little like watching Carnivale on HBO....<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/34118510">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book contains an character pun: Yeller Baby - who had sufferend from severe infantile hepatatis, leaving him little more than a vegetable, and who screams a lot!<br/><br/>It also contains one of my favorite lines of all times with the malapropism used by his father to explain the child's cond...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/26789594">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[A strange, strange book. I kept reading because it was so weird and I had no clue what would happen next...but didn;t really enjoy it. <br/>The story is basically about a kid who takes off with his disabled brother on his back and ends up in &quot;Chalktown&quot; where people communicate on chalkbo...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/16382913">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Has a cast of very odd and memorable characters, is well-written, and yet it left me indifferent.  There are some awful ideas in this book and some lovely ones; it may be that the book causes an emotional shut-down in the reader, similar to that which occurs to the people of Chalktown.  Fortunately ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/47862699">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[The premise was interesting - a town where people communicate only by writing on the chalkboards outside their houses. I've finished the book but I feel like I might've skipped some pages because it's taken me quite long to get through it. I don't know, maybe this is because I'm a weak reader.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I liked the story woven by this author.  I had the audio version and had a bit of trouble keeping the characters straight as she changed threads, but it was different and I will look for other books by her]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[As quirky and fun as the South itself. Enjoyed the author in person as well. Nice, solid, and yet hasnt lost her dreamy side...wish we could all be that way.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Oh those kooky, quirky southerners.  Enough already; one Faulkner in the world will do.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Great read, not as good as Mother of Pearl, but enjoyable to read for sure!]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Historical fiction .... I loved it!!!]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[The lifeline of Melinda Haynes's novel <em>Chalktown</em> is a rutted, meandering dirt road that winds its way past the murky waterways and through the one-shop towns and backwoods of George County, Mississippi. It's also a red flag to anyone looking for a good dose of surreal Southern gothic. Here is the isolated shack of a disintegrating white-trash family, there the village dwellers who communicate solely by writing notes on the chalkboards in their front yards. One character is grotesquely scarred by an adult bout with chicken pox, while others are eaten up by less identifiable diseases and appetites. Dreams are pursued, discarded, and eerily enacted, always in the sort of luscious, graphic prose you would expect from the author of <em>Mother of Pearl</em>. <p>  Perhaps the term <em>family</em> is a misnomer for the Sheehands, a bunch of misfits drawn together by impulse and wrenched apart by hope, desire, and murder. Fairy, the philandering father camped out in an old school bus, can't extricate himself from the burden of &quot;women and their sticky flaws.&quot;  His wife, Susan-Blair, is slowly burying herself beneath other people's possessions in her makeshift consignment store, even as she neglects her children and chats it up with the ever-present Christ of her Pentecostal upbringing. No wonder 16-year-old Hezekiah sets off down the road to Chalktown in the opening pages of the novel, carrying his disabled brother in a backpack. His encounters along the way make for a Robert Altman-like series of takes on the bizarre nature of reality in George County.   <p>  The literary landscape of the Deep South is, of course, teeming with eccentric characters. Yet Haynes's are so fleshed-out that the reader is left feeling almost crowded, like (to quote Susan-Blair) a &quot;durn closet full a somebody else's coats. Coats put there by people who went on to someplace else, some other thing.&quot; The author is no less gifted at conveying a sense of place. She uses the colorful brushstrokes of a painter--which she also happens to be--to imbue this story with a dark, sultry, and unmistakably Southern feel. The result is a captivating, consuming read. <em>--S. Ketchum</em></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Haunting &amp; satisfying]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[Chalktown]]>
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    <![CDATA[The lifeline of Melinda Haynes's novel <em>Chalktown</em> is a rutted, meandering dirt road that winds its way past the murky waterways and through the one-shop towns and backwoods of George County, Mississippi. It's also a red flag to anyone looking for a good dose of surreal Southern gothic. Here is the isolated shack of a disintegrating white-trash family, there the village dwellers who communicate solely by writing notes on the chalkboards in their front yards. One character is grotesquely scarred by an adult bout with chicken pox, while others are eaten up by less identifiable diseases and appetites. Dreams are pursued, discarded, and eerily enacted, always in the sort of luscious, graphic prose you would expect from the author of <em>Mother of Pearl</em>. <p>  Perhaps the term <em>family</em> is a misnomer for the Sheehands, a bunch of misfits drawn together by impulse and wrenched apart by hope, desire, and murder. Fairy, the philandering father camped out in an old school bus, can't extricate himself from the burden of &quot;women and their sticky flaws.&quot;  His wife, Susan-Blair, is slowly burying herself beneath other people's possessions in her makeshift consignment store, even as she neglects her children and chats it up with the ever-present Christ of her Pentecostal upbringing. No wonder 16-year-old Hezekiah sets off down the road to Chalktown in the opening pages of the novel, carrying his disabled brother in a backpack. His encounters along the way make for a Robert Altman-like series of takes on the bizarre nature of reality in George County.   <p>  The literary landscape of the Deep South is, of course, teeming with eccentric characters. Yet Haynes's are so fleshed-out that the reader is left feeling almost crowded, like (to quote Susan-Blair) a &quot;durn closet full a somebody else's coats. Coats put there by people who went on to someplace else, some other thing.&quot; The author is no less gifted at conveying a sense of place. She uses the colorful brushstrokes of a painter--which she also happens to be--to imbue this story with a dark, sultry, and unmistakably Southern feel. The result is a captivating, consuming read. <em>--S. Ketchum</em></p></p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I liked it but many of the reviews were not good.  It is strange.]]></body>
    
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