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In the Springtime of the Year, Susan Hill

Blech.  Everyone’s been reading Susan Hill lately, and her books all sounded so creepy and cool, but I couldn’t finish this.  I stayed up late last night reading it, because I kept thinking I would read it until it got interesting and then I would go to sleep and have something to look forward to in the morning.  What a stupid idea.  I mean, that was always going to be a stupid idea, but it was particularly stupid in this case because the book never got interesting at all.  Two-thirds of the way through, I figured out that I was…

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