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    <![CDATA[The God of Small Things]]>
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    <![CDATA[<p>Southern India 1969. Here, armed only with the invincible innocence of children, Rahel and Esthappen fashion a childhood for themselves in the shade of the wreck that is their family: their lonely, lovely mother, who loves by night the same man her children adore by day...their blind grandmother, who plays Handel on her violin...their beloved uncle, A Rhodes Scholar pickle baron, radical Marxist, bottom-pincher...their enemy, an ex-nun and incumbent grandaunt...and the ghost of an imperial entomologist's moth. But when their English cousin and her mother arrive for a Christmas visit, the twins learn that things can change in an instant, thatlives can twist into new, ugly shapes, even cease forever. The brilliantly plotted story uncoils with an agonizing sense of foreboding and inevitability. Yet  nothing prepares you for what lies at the heart of it.</p>]]>
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        <name><![CDATA[Arundhati Roy]]></name>
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  <read_at>Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2004</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[It's interesting that Roy said in an interview that she'd never read Rushdie when compared to him.  In retrospect that makes sense.  I'd been struggling with &quot;The Moors Last Sigh&quot; when a friend from India gave me this book. I didn't pick it up for a few months and then fell into it, doing ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/3709135">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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