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		<title>Window blurred by out of season spray.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 19:45:09 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bookworm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Ann Quin]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Window blurred by out of season spray. Bleak and gritty story of three charaters&#8211;Alastair Berg, his father, and their mistress. Written in a style that vacillates between dirty realism and surreal comedy, Berg chronicles the interrelations between these three characters as they slowly circle one another in an ascending spiral of violence. Show title]]></description>
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		<title>People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 13 Jan 2010 14:39:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nicole</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Bret Easton Ellis]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. Set in Los Angeles in the early 1980&#8242;s, this coolly mesmerizing novel is a raw, powerful portrait of a lost generation who have experienced sex, drugs, and disaffection at too early an age, in a world shaped by casual nihilism, passivity, and too much money [...]]]></description>
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		<title>She only stopped screaming when she died.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 10 Jan 2010 21:20:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chielos</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Jeffrey Archer]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[She only stopped screaming when she died. They had only one thing in common . . . William Lowell Kane and Abel Rosnovski, one the son of a Boston millionaire, the other a penniless Polish immigrant &#8211; two men born on the same day on opposite sides of the world, their paths destined to cross [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 09:11:18 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vero88</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[J. K. Rowling]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. The novel opens with Harry living under the cupboard with his abusive aunt and uncle. He has had a mean, depressed life, and though an active boy, the sheer amount of trauma he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 18:57:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bookworm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Vladimir Nabokov]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. The book is primarily concerned with writers&#8217; life prior to his emigration to America in 1940. Unlike regular autobiographies it is not a traditional chronological sequence of dates and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mr Jones, of the Manor farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 15:12:32 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Vero88</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[George Orwell]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Mr Jones, of the Manor farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the pop-holes. A nearly perfect piece of writing, both an engaging story and an allegory that actually works. When the downtrodden beasts of Manor Farm oust their drunken human master and take over management [...]]]></description>
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		<title>It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 10:06:16 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Nicole</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Anthony Burgess]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me. This epic masterpiece follows the lives of two men who each represent different kinds of earthly power. Kenneth Toomey is an eminent novelist, world-famous homosexual, and a man [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Mae Mobley was born on a early Sunday morning in August, 1960.</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 08:09:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>R2D2</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Kathryn Stockett]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Mae Mobley was born on a early Sunday morning in August, 1960. Set during the nascent civil rights movement in Jackson, Miss., where black women were trusted to raise white children but not to polish the household silver. Eugenia Skeeter Phelan is just home from college in 1962, and, anxious to become a writer, is [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.</title>
		<link>http://www.tweetabook.com/2010/01/05/whether-i-shall-turn-out-to-be-the-hero-of-my-own-life-or-whether-that-station-will-be-held-by-anybody-else-these-pages-must-show/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 20:17:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Bookworm</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Charles Dickens]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. The story of a young man’s adventures on his journey from an unhappy and impoverished childhood to the discovery of his vocation as a successful novelist. Among the [...]]]></description>
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		<title>All children, except one, grow up.</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jan 2010 17:32:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Chielos</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[J. M. Barrie]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[All children, except one, grow up. Story about the boy who would not grow up; the fairy, Tinker Bell; the evil pirate, Captain Hook; and the three children-Wendy, John, and Michael-who fly off to Neverland, where they meet Indians and pirates and a crocodile that ticks. Show title]]></description>
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