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    <name><![CDATA[Stephanie]]></name>
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  <read_at>Fri Oct 02 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[I sat in Barnes &amp; Noble one day in the wedding section, completely overwhelmed and sickened by the tasteless commercialization of weddings.<br/><br/>But in my world, if you need to know something, you look for it in a book.<br/><br/>Thank fucking god that I came across this wonderful, delightful, amazing book that GETS IT. That understands why I don't want to drop thousands of dollars on a wedding and I want to make my own dress and want to have a bonfire.<br/><br/>This book is informative, is excellent at providing perspective, and is downright hysterical to boot.<br/><br/>If you are getting married and are alarmed at the thought of all that tulle, go buy this now, and read it with a glass of wine.]]></body>
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