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    <![CDATA[Palimpsest]]>
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    <![CDATA[<strong>In the Cities of Coin and Spice</strong> and <strong>In the Night Garden</strong> introduced readers to the unique and intoxicating imagination of Catherynne M. Valente. Now she weaves a lyrically erotic spell of a place where the grotesque and the beautiful reside and the passport to our most secret fantasies begins with a stranger’s kiss.…<strong><br/><br/></strong>Between life and death, dreaming and waking, at the train stop beyond the end of the world is the city of Palimpsest. To get there is a miracle, a mystery, a gift, and a curse—a voyage permitted only to those who’ve always believed there’s another world than the one that meets the eye. Those fated to make the passage are marked forever by a map of that wondrous city tattooed on their flesh after a single orgasmic night. To this kingdom of ghost trains, lion-priests, living kanji, and cream-filled canals come four travelers: Oleg, a New York locksmith; the beekeeper November; Ludovico, a binder of rare books; and a young Japanese woman named Sei. They’ve each lost something important—a wife, a lover, a sister, a direction in life—and what they will find in Palimpsest is more than they could ever imagine.]]>
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  <body>All done.</body>
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  <body>God, but this book makes me think...</body>
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  <created_at type="datetime">2009-09-07T22:09:48-07:00</created_at>
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  <body>Still beautiful.  Still having to read it in tiny bites.</body>
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  <body>Lots of sex in this book, and yet it's hardly ever arousing.  Mostly, it makes me feel sad...</body>
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  <body>May sit down and finish this tomorrow before the semester starts.  Maybe I'll put it on my to-do list.  :)</body>
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  <body>I find myself sipping this book in tiny draws rather than diving in.  I love how different the experience is from the last book.</body>
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  <created_at type="datetime">2009-08-18T12:25:34-07:00</created_at>
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  <body>So far, so good.  It's not your typical fantasy novel, for sure.  Echoes of &quot;Imajica,&quot; maybe...</body>
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  <created_at type="datetime">2009-08-15T12:08:14-07:00</created_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Long ago, I was at a writers' meet-up during NaNoWriMo where I met an older woman of the Probing Question Asking sort.  She wanted to know what everyone was writing, and if each story had &quot;a sense of longing&quot; to it.  To her, a story that instilled a deep sense of longing in the reader was ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/67510482">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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