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    <body><![CDATA[The only reason I waste words on this piece of trash is that it holds the distinction of being THE WORST BOOK I EVER READ.  The title was held previously (for a good 15 years previously) by &quot;The Bridges of Madison County,&quot; and it took some DOING to surpass that awfulness.<br/><br/>I could write for three days about how much I hated this book.  I still can't believe I finished it, and the only explanation I have is that it was kind of like not being able to look away from a trainwreck.  Actually, &quot;trainwreck&quot; is a compliment to this thing.  It assumes that it was, at some point, on track. <br/><br/>Not so.  Bleah.]]></body>
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