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  1. Sherry Decker
    January 30, 2011 @ 9:28 pm

    While reading Blood I was aware of the rhythm, the sense of timing, the pacing. It was neither visual nor audible, but I felt it like a heartbeat, sometimes pounding and slow and sometimes racing like that of a runner sprinting toward the finish line. Scared the hell out of me – and I didn’t want Squeaky to die although I knew he would.


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