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    <name><![CDATA[Kendra]]></name>
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  <read_at>Sat Oct 03 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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  <date_updated>Mon Oct 05 10:38:12 -0700 2009</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[Sigh.<br/><br/>In truth, I am sad this book has ended. Picking it up, those first few pages … it was like reconnecting with a long-lost, much-beloved friend. <br/><br/>The story revolves around the twisted bonds of family and twin-ship, love, and grief. The author sends the reader careening between storylines of elder twins vs. younger twins. A generation apart, they reflect each other, opposing and reconnecting in ways that are beautiful and yet perverse.<br/><br/>I spent a lot of time with this book, savoring the chapters, so as to avoid an end. And, admittedly, perhaps for this reason, the ending did disappoint on a few levels. But the book, in itself, did not. <br/><br/>Niffenegger weaves a strong tale, as surreal as it is base. Many thanks to my friend Ann, who leant me her advance copy to sate my unimaginable impatience :)<br/>]]></body>
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