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	<title>Comments on: The Publishing Howells</title>
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		<title>By: rjhowell</title>
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		<dc:creator>rjhowell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 14:04:40 +0000</pubDate>
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I&#039;m just wondering how she got that picture of me in a kilt!</description>
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I&#8217;m just wondering how she got that picture of me in a kilt!</p>
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		<title>By: Mitchell London</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mitchell London</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 03 Apr 2009 11:40:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh sure, sure.  The philosophy professor with the high flying ideas on identity and the difficult-to-grasp metaphysical concepts is going to eThrash the lowly romance novelist.  Come on.

This whole situation is so scripted that it sounds like it came from one of my favorite books.  Oh wait, it did: A Taste of Fire, by Hannah Howell.  In the book, a crabby professor confronts a sultry and entertaining novelista and is publicly ridiculed, thereafter confined to the dark regions of the Wild West/ Old England (I forget which), where he becomes physically fit and eventually gains the courage and machismo to court said novelista.  It is a tale of passion and desire -  I give it six out of four stars.  I love it.  I love (Hannah) Howell.  I celebrate her entire collection.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh sure, sure.  The philosophy professor with the high flying ideas on identity and the difficult-to-grasp metaphysical concepts is going to eThrash the lowly romance novelist.  Come on.</p>
<p>This whole situation is so scripted that it sounds like it came from one of my favorite books.  Oh wait, it did: A Taste of Fire, by Hannah Howell.  In the book, a crabby professor confronts a sultry and entertaining novelista and is publicly ridiculed, thereafter confined to the dark regions of the Wild West/ Old England (I forget which), where he becomes physically fit and eventually gains the courage and machismo to court said novelista.  It is a tale of passion and desire &#8211;  I give it six out of four stars.  I love it.  I love (Hannah) Howell.  I celebrate her entire collection.</p>
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