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    <body><![CDATA[One of the most amazing, inspiring &amp; breathtaking books. It made me cry sometimes. It had risen my sympathy toward that poor dog.It talks about a dog who thinks that he was a man or a human being someday.Until one day he met a pretty young girl whom he recognized as his own daughter.He kept on barki...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/74751359">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I hadn't considered reading Fluke before seeing the slightly soppy movie adaptation of it, when I was about 9 or 10, being as the front cover resembled those of the many other James Herbert books my parents owned- all of which, I believed to be quite scary.  With a scary black dog, with a man-shaped...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/35620329">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Having read other books of his, I approached this one with trepidation. I was very pleasently surprised. This is a curiously heart-warming story, and I'm happy to keep it in my library.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[The story of a dog who thinks he's a man . . . or a man who thinks he's a dog?<br/><br/>Although I read this early James Herbert work many many years ago the concept behind the story has stayed with me ever since.<br/><br/>A truely unique narrative will have you turning those pages all the way]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was a stringy mongrel, wandering the streets of the city, driven by a ravenous hunger and hunting a quarry he could not define. But he was something more. Somewhere in the depths of his consciousness was a memory clawing its way to the surface, tormenting him. The memory of what he had once been&#8212;a man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[amazing story through the eyes of a dog...who thinks he is a man! interesting!!]]></body>
    
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  <read_at>Fri Jul 18 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I enjoyed reading this book serious but funny in places.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Different. Interesting.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I remember reading this <em>time</em> ago, and remember being quite drawn into it. <br/><br/>Couldn't tell you much about it now, other than that I enjoyed it. P'rhaps I should dig it out again...]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[i read this book years ago on my dads recommendation.  i will eventually get round to readin the rest of James Herberts books just like did ]]></body>
    
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