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  <read_at>Fri Aug 01 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
  <date_added>Thu Nov 06 18:50:30 -0800 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Thu Nov 06 18:54:40 -0800 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[This was a book group selection, not my own selection. I didn't like it, I thought the style was atrocious, and ultimately I didn't believe one of the narrators (the art dealer). I thought the &quot;modern day slave's&quot; story was absolutely fascinating, but the rich white art dealer was too busy telling us how much better a Christian he was than anyone else. His faith did not sound sincere to me; I felt like he was constantly clubbing me over the head with it.<br/><br/>Please note: some of my book group felt the same way I did, but some felt it was the art dealer's love story to his deceased wife. Some thought it was touching and cried. Didn't have any emotional resonance with me, though.]]></body>
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