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  <read_at>Thu Feb 26 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I didn't grow up in the seventies; I was already married and a mom. I didn't grow up in Chicago, though I live there now. But I identified with this book for two reasons.  First of all, I knew a Ralph a long time ago.  In fourth grade, he was the class outcast and I kissed him in front of our principal's office.  I don't know why. Secondly, John McNally has this eye for  detail that's universal.  Details like the smell and whssss of a freshly opened can of beer, the angst of junior high, the embarrassment caused by a parent, sibling rivalry and the journey of just trying to find out who the hell you are.<br/>  And I'm giving this five stars because it's been years since I actually chuckled then laughed at loud while reading the first two or three pages.]]></body>
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