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    <![CDATA[I Was Told There'd Be Cake]]>
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    <![CDATA[Wry, hilarious, and profoundly genuine, this debut collection of literary essays is a celebration of fallibility and haplessness in all their glory. From despoiling an exhibit at the Natural History Museum to provoking the ire of her first boss to siccing the cops on her mysterious neighbor, Crosley can do no right despite the best of intentions-or perhaps because of them. Together, these essays create a startlingly funny and revealing portrait of a complex and utterly recognizable character that's aiming for the stars but hits the ceiling, and the inimitable city that has helped shape who she is. <em>I Was Told There'd Be Cake</em> introduces a strikingly original voice, chronicling the struggles and unexpected beauty of modern urban life.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[Eh... I wanted to like this book, I really did. But as I kept reading, the material became less neurotic (the entertaining kind of neuroses, that is) and more dull. I suppose it's possible to live a sheltered east coast suburban existence and find a clever way to write about it, but Sloane Crosley, ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/31161355">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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