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  <read_at>Tue Dec 23 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
  <date_added>Sun Dec 14 10:34:01 -0800 2008</date_added>
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    <body><![CDATA[My stepmother occasionally gives me books, and while they're often not exactly my cup of tea, I've learned to stop for a minute &amp; realize that <em>my stepmother is the reason I still have a job</em>.  She's one of the only people I know who buys books!  She doesn't take them out of the library or obtain them secondhand at the Strand -- no, she'll be at a store shopping for other, completely unrelated things, and suddenly be like, &quot;Hmm, that looks like a cool book, I think I'll buy it.&quot;  Totally randomly -- without regard for author popularity, good reviews, etc.  She'll just see a book and casually spend $30 on it because it catches her eye.  And she does this FREQUENTLY! In hardcover!<br/><br/>So she gave me this one, and at first I conveniently &quot;left&quot; it at her house, and then I felt bad (for the reasons above), so the next time I saw her I made a point of retrieving it, and made a vow to myself that, GODDAMMIT I WILL READ THIS THING COVER-TO-COVER COME HELL OR HIGHWATER!<br/><br/>Finished it today, and must say that the writing quality is surprisingly, refreshingly -- dare I say -- excellent for a thriller.  But that's the only reason I'm giving it more than zero stars.<br/><br/>If this book contained any more testosterone, it would have given me a female boner.  It's got it all: superfluous acronyms, pages and pages of weaponry stats, post-arms-shed &quot;man-to-man&quot; duels, references to any objects besides actual human-being men as &quot;she&quot;, sailboats, submarines, zeppelins, helicopters, motorcycles, yachts, various politically-important (and of course simultaneously bombshell) women on multiple continents sweating and/or outright pleasuring themselves in the mere presence of the hero... I mean, the list goes on and on.  And the irony is that the male protagonist doesn't really &quot;do&quot; a whole hell of a lot.  He mainly just strides around lookin' pertty.<br/><br/>But the writing is <em>more</em> than decent -- poetic, even.  It's actually kind of cute that a guy would take the time to read this instead of just renting porn or going on a shooting spree at the mall.<br/><br/>I sure wish authors like this would use their powers for good rather than evil.<br/><br/>]]></body>
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