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  <read_at>Sat Sep 20 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Yuck.  A soap opera.  Just finished this and I still say it is a soap opera.  Kind of makes me want to off myself.  Just a little bit.  These authors write about life and make it seem so horrible!<br/><br/>Two quotes that I found interesting:<br/><br/>&quot;Don't promise too much....Don't you know yet that the more we have we have, the more we'll want?&quot;<br/><br/>And...<br/><br/>&quot;And somehow, after days, or even weeks, of this, and everything hurtins so much all the time, and not being able to bear it-who could bear shuch a thing?-you found yourself at three o'clock in the morning, though you couldn't have said whta day it was, standing on the now graying white bathmat, in a torn T-shirt and your oldest sweats, cold, becuae your feet were bare, your sad little toes wriggling like grubs in the rug-it was almost funny; everything was almost funny, but the trouble was that nothing actually was funny anymore-and on the sink before you was a glass full almost to the brim of scotch.&quot; <br/><br/>Then the girl goes on to swallow some pills that she has been accumulating over time, chasing each pill with the scotch.<br/><br/>Super sad.  And their is a kid that does the whole Chris McCandles/Everett Reuss disappearing act and his family thinks he is dead but he isn't.  He just wanted out of life and that was his way of doing it without killing himself.  I do not recommend this book to anyone, I will be giving mine to people who don't have stuff.<br/><br/>]]></body>
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