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  <read_at>Sun Jul 05 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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  <date_updated>Mon Jul 06 19:05:19 -0700 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Would recommend: Maybe<br/><br/>Okay, I confess: I had no idea what this book was about. I heard it was a coming-of-age story, so with the title, I figured it was about a little girl sitting in a tree and growing up in Brooklyn. Which, it was, for about two pages. I just found the whole thing so melancholy, kind of like a hybrid of <em>All-of-a-Kind Family</em> and <em>Angela's Ashes</em>. But, I thought the language was really lovely, and I'm sure I'll read it again. I just don't get how this book was not terribly depressing for the people who read it as children. ]]></body>
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