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    <![CDATA[Midnight Is a Place]]>
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    <![CDATA[Now, back in print, the engaging and suspenseful British fantasy by one of England's most imaginative storytellers. Lucas Bell is lonely and miserable at Midnight Court, a vast, brooding house owned by his intolerable guardian, Sir Randolph Grimsby. When a mysterious carriage brings a visitor to the house, Lucas hopes he's found a friend at last. But the newcomer, Anna Marie, is unfriendly and spoiled—and French. Just when Lucas thinks things can't get any worse, disastrous circumstances force him and Anna Marie, parentless and penniless, into the dark and unfriendly streets of Blastburn.]]>
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  <read_at>Tue Aug 25 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I loved the first two-thirds of the book - dark, sooty, mistreated/resourceful orphan stuff. I didn't love the last part as much, but I *appreciated* it. It's a great book for introducing younger people to Why We Need Labor Unions. It got a little philosophically weird, but not unforgivably so.]]></body>
    
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