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    <name><![CDATA[Lisa]]></name>
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  <read_at>Mon Jun 01 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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  <date_updated>Thu Jun 25 08:11:10 -0700 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Being one to prefer the fluffy, pink, British books, I wasn't convinced I'd enjoy a novel whose description included phrases such as &quot;...heart-wrenching portrait [including:] themes of suicide, depression, bad communication, aging and love...&quot;  <br/><br/>Surprisingly, though, I enjoyed it.  Each chapter focuses on a new life - a new individual or family who each have their own dark secrets, heartbreaks, and sadness.  Despite the way it's described, the book isn't depressing.  It's just sort of misty and moody.  The stories are honest and show how - despite the feeling of loneliness and seclusion we might all have at times - we're all connected, even if it's only by our shared grief. <br/><br/>I wouldn't have picked up Olive Kitteridge on my own, it was a book club selection, but I'm glad to have taken the time to read it.    <br/><br/>]]></body>
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