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    <body><![CDATA[Bury your inner feminist and your inner literary critic deep, deep under a warm blanket and fuzzy slippers, and enjoy the crap out of this delicious, angsty, teenage romance. I don't know what it is, but somehow Stephenie Meyer manages to channel the insecure, awkward, teenage girl who still lives in all of us, and totally validate her with passionate, eternal (creepy) love. Blood-sucking angel-of-the-night aside, the romance is impossible. It would be possessive and shallow in real life, but enveloped in an over-romanticized small town in the thicket of the Pacific Northwest rainforest in 14 point font, it’s just lovely. Think of it as bon-bons for your brain. There is no substance to it, and you might feel ridiculous for ingesting it, but dear God it feels so good going down.<br/>]]></body>
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