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  <read_at>Mon Feb 09 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
  <date_added>Mon Jan 12 16:13:15 -0800 2009</date_added>
  <date_updated>Mon Feb 09 20:06:08 -0800 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[I don't know if I've been starved of good fiction recently but the opening paragraph of this book had me hooked:<br/><br/><em>I had been making the rounds of the sacrifice poles the day we heard that my brother had escaped. I already knew something was going to happen; the Factory told me.</em><br/><br/>I loved the first page, the first chapter, the first third of the book. This was going to get a &quot;five star&quot; review. And then it stared to go wrong, dropping to a &quot;three&quot;. Until the final third of the book, which just dragged.<br/><br/>There is a twist at the end, a twist that (supposedly) justifies the misogyny that is rife, throughout the book. The book reads like some teenage-boy's fantasy. At first it has the qualities of &quot;Lord of the Flies&quot;. Unfortunately, by the end, it reads more like a grade six wet-dream.<br/><br/>The sort of book that you would wish to die in the middle of reading, making you feel like you've missed out on something brilliant. Try not to finish this book.<br/> ]]></body>
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