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  <read_at>Sat Nov 01 00:00:00 -0700 2008</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon Dec 01 04:20:43 -0800 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Mon Dec 01 04:22:08 -0800 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Pure Dribble.  This book read like a  Betty Crocker recipe gone bad: take one all-American Jesus lovin’/fearing family, add one unexplainable tragedy, mix with equal parts anger , guilt and sadness , bake for three weeks and get a bitter man who has turned his back on God. Alias, no need to give up, because God writes our hero a personalized note, and tells him to meet him in “the shack” (the place of his daughter’s murder), funny thing is, god is a black woman cooking pancakes in the kitchen who says “you can me god, Yahweh or just plain ol’ Jessie, I answer to all three”. Yes, I said pancakes….I could go on, but it’s just too easy. The lesson of power of forgiveness was  demonstrated well, but no better than the Hallmark card I bought my  boss when I spilled a whole bottle of red wine on his new suit…..]]></body>
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