November Reads

Christmas carols are floating down the stairs to where I sit in our little living room. Across from me, our Christmas tree is lit, glowing its halogen reminder of what time of year it is. The dogs are dozing peacefully (for now), and the boys are having a bit of quiet time. It’s a quintessential Christmas-season afternoon. The outdoors are a little less on-theme; it’s unseasonably mild and raining steadily.

It’s good weather, in other words, to snuggle up with a book. Or to talk about books!

Last month I only got through about four books, mostly because I’ve been busy writing. I decided to start a new project for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), which meant I was effectively juggling four projects (two novels in their rewrite / revision stage, one being prepped for audiobook release, and the new one for ‘Wrimo). This left little time for reading. Still, two of the books I read were incredible. Can’t wait to talk about them. But first…

Welcome to Nightvale by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor

Welcome to Nightvale is the novel based on the podcast of the same name. I’ve never listened to the podcast, which may have impacted my enjoyment of this novel. But I don’t think so.

Nightvale, the titular town, is a bizarre and isolated community in the middle of the desert. The town is populated with strange people, and strange things happen as a matter of routine. The story is ostensibly about several residents of the town and a strange man who shows up and starts handing out mysterious notes.

At first the strangeness of the town is entertaining and speaks to some great mystery lurking underneath it. Then it becomes clear that the strangeness is largely a coat of paint overtop of an underwhelming story that might have to do with accepting responsibility and something about family. The absurd idiosyncrasies that are at first amusing, quickly become predictable beats smothering an otherwise barely coherent narrative. Anytime something remotely noteworthy is mentioned, it will be surrounded by inane absurdities.

I love bizarre stories and I’m rarely bothered by things being weird for the sake of being weird, but this one rubbed me in many of the wrong ways. Don’t take my word for gospel, though. This book is pretty darn popular and has a solid following.

Blood Rites (The Dresden Files #6) by Jim Butcher

If you’ve been following this blog for some time, you might smirk to yourself or shake your head when you read that title. The Dresden Files is sort of a guilty pleasure for me, one that I have a love/hate relationship with.

The books are far from highbrow literature, which is nothing to complain about. They follow Harry Dresden, a wizard-for-hire who operates as sort of a spell-wielding gumshoe detective. The stories are entertaining adventures filled with all manner of monsters and magic. They also contain their fair share of inconsistencies and downright cringeworthy moments.

Blood Rites follows Dresden as he attempts to stop the actresses and female production crew of a pornographic film from being murdered. Monsters, demons, vampires, and fairies all play a role in this latest adventure. Also a puppy.

I can’t bash these books because I keep going back and reading them. So I guess that speaks to their appeal. If you want to give Butcher’s Dresden Files a go, I strongly recommend starting with the first in the series.

Dracula by Bram Stoker

This year has been a great one for books, in large part because I’ve finally read some classics that have long been on my list. Early this year I read both The Hobbit and Fellowship of the Ring (planning on making Two Towers the first book I start in 2024) and I remember feeling glad I got to read them for the first time so late in life, but also a little salty with myself for sleeping on them. I feel the same way about Dracula, probably more given my love of horror.

Stoker’s classic vampire tale is ridiculously good. It’s packed with atmosphere, creepy settings, and truly gothic horror. Of course I already knew it inspired much of what horror is these days, but I had no idea how much. Bram Stoker really was a literary genius, at least as far as this book is concerned.

Right off the hop, we’re thrown into Dracula’s castle, following poor Jonathan Harker into his nightmare. Reading the descriptions of the castle, after being immersed in the horror genre for so long, is like stepping into the halls of a museum.

Dracula’s coming to England is truly epic. I can see now why an entire movie (The Last Voyage of the Demeter 2023) was made based on his voyage at sea. The storm described in the book is terrific.

The whole investigation of Dracula’s reign of terror is engaging and familiar. It’s become the formula for monster hunts across the horror genre.

I could rant for pages and pages about this book. It’s absolutely earned a spot in my very fluid top five books of all time, a list that will likely forever remain locked in my mind, changing to suit my mood from moment-to-moment. The challenge will be resisting reading it again in the next year.

The Blacktongue Thief by Christopher Buehlman

Christopher Buehlman has been a favourite horror author of mine for the past couple of years, ever since I read his werewolf novel Those Across the River. And while I love his horror novels, this journey into fantasy is my favourite yet.

The Blacktongue Thief follows a—you guessed it—black-tongued thief named Kinch, an indebted member of the Taker’s Guild. Owing the guild money, he embarks on a quest along with a knight named Galva. But while Kinch’s journey is to serve the Taker’s Guild, Galva’s is much more noble.

Coming across all manner of monsters, fighting their way through cities, sewers, and mountains, and meeting tons of interesting folk along the way, Kinch and Galva’s adventure is truly epic.

Buehlman’s imagination is one of the finest out there as far as I’m concerned. From the creatures he comes up with to the characters he breathes life into, his worlds are overflowing with life and magic. The dialogue and first-person narration are snappy and often hilarious.

I’m very excited for the follow up to this one, which I believe is expected next year.

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So that’s it, like I said, just the four. Have you read any of these? What are your thoughts? Let me know in the comments, on Instagram or Facebook @authorchristophersweet, or by shooting me a message using the contact page.

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Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

-Chris

October Reads

October, like the smoke of an extinguished candle, has vanished, leaving us with cold, emotionless November. It’s that gunky time of year when, in my corner of the world, the weather can’t decide if it wants to rain or snow.

We got our first official snowfall on the day before Halloween and, in it, I discovered something very cool. The weather was mild leading up to that day, with bugs about in full force; mosquitoes and black flies filling up on my blood to keep them warm over the winter, wasps making a last ditch attempt at finding somewhere warm to nest, and spiders gobbling up the stragglers.

I’m working in the woods a lot these days and October 30th was no exception. Wet, gross snow was falling without any of the grace that makes snow tolerable. I trudged through the trees, surveying which ones would need to come down next and which would make good firewood. As I walked, I noticed threads of spider silk dangling from many of the tree branches. Attached to these threads, as if they’d been strung on, were tiny, perfect snowflakes. It took me a moment to realize I was surrounded by these natural decorations. Everywhere I looked, strands of silk, only a few inches long and strung with snowflakes, dangled and blew in the breeze. It was one of the most magical things I’ve ever come across in nature, like something you’d see in a Disney movie.

Which isn’t a meaningful segue into the books I read last month, but here we are, ready to get down to business. It was a busy month for me in a lot of ways and I had forgotten about many of the books I read right up until I went over them in my reading history (thanks for keeping track, Goodreads). I read some surprisingly great books, and two that were disappointing. So sad, but not all words on pages can please my personal tastes and expectation.

Horrorama by C.V. Hunt (Introduction), A.S. Coomer, Lucas Magnum, Matt Harvey

This is disappointment number one. Not because I expected anything life-changing or super intelligent. In fact, I went for this book because it’s pretty up front about being none of those things. The basic premise behind this anthology is that each of its three entries is inspired by schlocky horror movies, each story readable in approximately the amount of time it would take to watch one of said horror movies.

The first story started off as a neat, if rough-around-the-edged, tale of mysterious goings-on. If there’s a thread to be followed in the story, it’s quickly lost. Maybe there was an effort to tie things together, but this story felt like a six-year-old making up a spooky story on the spot. “This happened, then this happened—oh—and then aliens! Then a monster! And murderers! And fat guys!”

And the first was the only mildly digestible tale of the bunch.

I actively try to enjoy books and movies and make every effort to give things a chance. I could tell early on that this was one of those books I should just put down and move on from, but I held out hope that the next story would redeem the one before.

Unfortunately, that’s not what happened. Werewolves and cults make up the next two stories and, in the interest of not spending excess energy on things I don’t enjoy, I’ll leave it at that.

‘Salem’s Lot by Stephen King

This is more like it.

I think I mentioned before that I’ve been revisiting some of King’s older work, especially books I read in my younger days. This is one I think I’ll read at least a couple more times before I die, if I have my druthers.

I’ve been on a bit of a vampire kick lately, having read Let the Right One In last month and currently reading Stoker’s classic Dracula. Vampires aren’t something I typically go for in horror, but when they’re done well, they can be fertile soil for some of the best storytelling there is.

If you don’t know, and if you haven’t picked up on it already, ‘Salem’s Lot is King’s vampire book and is almost certainly one of his scariest. It tells the tale of sleepy little Jerusalem’s Lot (‘Salem’s Lot, or the Lot to its residents) and the ancient evil that moves in.

The way King wrote this book is truly masterful. As you read, you’re learning about this little town and its inhabitants, all while, just off in your peripheral vision, vampires are moving in. Then, before you know what’s happening, the vampires take over. It’s insane and terrifying.

I think there’s a remake of the movie coming out (probably by Mike Flanagan, who is making it his mission to remake every classic horror tale out there—and to do it better than the first guy) but I honestly have lost track of all the King re-adaptations and remakes that are on the horizon. I have to confess that I still haven’t seen the original film but after re-reading this book, I’m eager to.

Exhalation by Ted Chiang

Ted Chiang is the genius who wrote the short story that inspired the 2016 film Arrival. If you haven’t seen it, please do yourself a favour and watch it…twice. You’ll probably need to. The film is inspired by a story from his collection Stories of Your Life and Others, which is what I had set out to read. Exhalation was available instead, so I went for it. And I’m glad I did.

I don’t know enough about Chiang to tell whether he is a brilliant thinker or just an incredible storyteller or both. After each of the stories in Exhalation, which is a collection of short stories, Chiang provides a short note talking about where the inspiration for the story came from. In many cases, he credits the concept to some other thinker or genius. Either way, he weaves some incredibly high-concept ideas into touching, imaginative stories that make the reader think about their own life and the world around them.

The stories range from tales of time travel to stories about zookeepers for AI creatures, but they all zero in on philosophical issues, often as they relate to technology.

Fair warning: reading Ted Chiang’s work will make you think.

Agent of Chaos (The X-Files: Origins, #1) by Kami Garcia

If you know me, you probably know I’m a bit of an X-Files nerd. I’ve watched the entire series enough times through to feel slightly ashamed by it. I watch it these days for comfort more than anything, but the show is a huge influence on many of my interests. I can vividly remember watching many of the episodes as they aired, the only thing close to horror I was actually permitted to watch as a kid.

I’ve long been curious about novel tie-ins to intellectual properties that started off in other mediums. I read my first one, Batman: No Man’s Land, which I absolutely loved, last year. So when I heard about the X-Files origins books, I had to check them out.

There’s nothing brilliant or franchise-shaking in this first instalment of what I assume will be a broader series of books. It tells the tale of seventeen-year-old Fox Mulder investigating his first crime and feeling the first pulls towards a career in criminal behavioural psychology.

This book is 90% fan service. The characters familiar to fans of the show are well written and read like their on-screen personas sound. The book is filled with references that I admit I got a bit of a thrill from any time I recognized one. Beyond that, there really isn’t much to it. The story itself is a mix of procedural crime investigation and kids-on-bikes adventure.

The coolest part for me was reading about the early days of “X”, Mulder’s secret source and occasional protector in the television series. Fun book overall.

The Mysteries by Bill Watterson and John Kascht

Yes. Bill Watterson. The guy responsible for Calvin & Hobbes, which aside from the above mentioned franchise may have been one of the strongest shapers of my thinking and interests. I read all the Calvin & Hobbes I could get my hands on as a kid. When I was twelve and thirteen all I wanted to do was play Calvinball or jump into my own transmogrifier. The comic was, and still is, utterly brilliant.

So when I heard Watterson was putting out a brand new, non-Calvin-and-Hobbes book, my heart rejoiced. I pre-ordered it almost a year ago and eagerly awaited it to show up on my doorstep. And it finally did, a couple of weeks ago. Ten minutes after opening it, I closed the book again, having read the entire thing and taken my time admiring the gloomy, minimalistic illustrations.

My first impression was complete disappointment. This is not the writings of the Bill Watterson who wrote some of my favourite adventures and who waxed philosophical from the mouth of a child and his imaginary tiger. This is the work of a tired, bitter person.

One review I read about this book is that it’s a big joke, a giant middle-finger to the masses, to corporate America, to our constant need to know everything and uncover every dark corner of reality we can get our mitts on. The message within is so blatant and rehashed without any spice whatsoever that it can’t be an honest attempt at whatever it’s pretending to be an attempt at.

I’m disappointed and feel a bit like I wasted my money, but that’s life. Not everything is tailor-made to please me. And I want to believe ol’ Bill (and the other guy) had something brilliant in mind when he (they) came up with this idea.

Sigh.

Noose by Brennan LaFaro

This is the third book I’ve read by LaFaro and I’ve gotta say, I like his style.

Noose is a horror-western and tells the story of Rory Daggett, a young man who was orphaned as a boy by the notorious outlaw Noose Holcomb, seeking out revenge on his parents’ killer. The book starts right in on the bloody action and doesn’t let up.

This is an imaginative novel full of black magic, weird science, and murderous berserkers. It’s short and sweet and a lot of fun.

Dark Tales for Dark Nights by Angella Cormier and Pierre C Arseneault

Writing duo Cormier and Arseneault combine their powers to bring you a collection of six tales featuring strange creatures in the night, vicious bigfoots (bigfeet…?), and Faustian competitions.

Several of these stories feature twists that I don’t want to give away, so I’ll say little here.

I will say that my favourite story of the lot is by far the first one, “Sometimes They Come at Night”, which tells the story of a man haunted by dark creatures who surround his secluded house each night. The story takes its reader down a twisted rabbit hole of terror, and provides a satisfying, clever conclusion.

Wildfire Ridge by Mary Lee Soop

Wildfire Ridge is a middle-grade novel about, you guessed it, a wildfire. It’s an adventure story about thirteen-year-old Ouzel, who finds himself trapped in the midst of a raging wildfire with seemingly no way out. This is a lovely story of heart and learning to do the right thing, delivering a solid message in an entertaining way.

The story behind how I came to read this book is one I enjoy telling. Wildfire Ridge is not a book I would normally gravitate toward. I occasionally read middle-grade fiction, usually if it’s something super unique or, more often, if I know the author. Even in those cases, the story of someone trying to escape a wildfire is not something that would typically grab my interest. So how did it come to be on my bookshelf?

I was working in the store at our campground one day this past summer when a woman came bustling through the door and demanded to know if I was “the author”. I confessed that I was while, inwardly, I was beaming at being sought out for my storytelling.

She proceeded to introduce herself as Mary Lee Soop. She told me she is also an author and that she brought me a copy of her book. Touched, flattered, and delighted to meet a fellow scribe, I insisted on returning the favour and shoved a copy of The Boy in the Canvas into her hands.

I’m very happy the book turned out to be as enjoyable as it was to meet its author. I highly recommend it for young readers. It would make a great first “chapter book” for kids interested in taking the next step in their reading journey.

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And that’s the end of that for another month. What interesting books have you read recently? Any of these? Thoughts? Let me know in the comments, by shooting me an email at chris@authorchristophersweet.com, or by hitting me up on social media. My handles on Facebook and Instagram are @authorchristophersweet and on TikTok, just to be confusing, it’s @christophersweetauthor. I don’t often use Twitter / X, but my handle on there is @thischrissweet if you feel like following me there, on the off chance I have something cool to say in 120 characters or whatever the limit is now.

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September Reads

And then it was October. That time of year we spooky folk can’t wait for. For a solid month, horror movies are prominently featured on streaming services, ghosts and ghouls adorn houses and businesses alike, and excuses are made to eat all of the candy purchased to give out to trick-or-treaters with the understanding that another box will be purchased before the big day and, when that one has been consumed, a third box of inferior candy will be bought in its place.

I got through eight books this past month, many of which were really good, and at least one that blew my socks off…

From a Buick 8 by Stephen King

This was my second time reading this book; I’ve been re-reading a lot of older Stephen King books that I first read in my younger days. By and large I’m finding that I enjoy them a second time through, in some cases even more so than the first time I read them. This one, however, was one that I did not enjoy quite as much.

From a Buick 8 is not so much a novel as it is a collection of anecdotes spread over a conversation had in a police station smoking pit. The book follows a young man named Ned whose father, a Pennsylvania police officer, is killed in a traffic stop. After his dad’s death, Ned hangs out and eventually works part time at the police station his dad worked out of. Throughout the book, the police officers at the station recount to Ned the strange happenings surrounding an odd car they found decades earlier.

The car, which resembles an old Buick Roadmaster, is the epicentre of bizarre events from things vanishing around it to nightmarish creatures appearing from within it. Many of the tales told about it revolve around Ned’s late father, who was most enthusiastic about the car’s appearance.

Thing is, even with all the strange occurrences, not much of anything happens. The car is almost a big carrot that King dangles in front of the reader, never really giving much more than a whiff, let alone a bite, to anyone whose interest it catches.

Grady Hendrix (How to Sell a Haunted House) brazenly calls this the novel in which “…King totally loses faith in the power of narrative.” I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, though I completely understand Hendrix’s argument, but this book does seem to mark a shift in the writer’s modus operandi.

Annihilation by Jeff Vandermeer

Yes, this is the same book that inspired the 2018 film starring Natalie Portman.

Annihilation follows a team of four women who are sent on the twelfth expedition into a mysterious zone known as Area X. Very little information is given about Area X except that it is an ever-growing area cut off from civilization.

The story is told through journal entries made by the Biologist of the group—the characters in this book are known only by their job title as it applies to the expedition into Area X. It doesn’t take long after the team arrives at their base camp for things to take a dark and bizarre turn.

A lot of this book, like much of Vandermeer’s work, deals with strange ecological events that are never really explained. I enjoy this kind of ambiguous storytelling, when done well and not obviously out of laziness, but I know some readers like to be rewarded with at least some answers as to why such-and-such is happening.

This book is short, puzzling, thought provoking, and rife with beautiful, weird, dreamlike imagery. If you can handle being left in the dark on a number of happenings, I don’t think you’ll regret giving this one a read.

Slattery Falls by Brennan LaFaro

Some of my favourite books are of the buddy adventure-horror sort. I’m talking about books like the John Dies at the End series by Jason Pargin and Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero. Slattery Falls, uh, falls into this category.

The book follows three friends on the paranormal investigation of a house in the titular town. Things go tits-up, and our heroes wind up fighting for their lives against a hopelessly powerful force.

There are some really good moments in this book; nicely written scary scenes and touching moments of love and friendship. It’s a short book and things move along at a good pace, so it’s not much of a time commitment. Slattery Falls is part of a trilogy and I’m looking forward to checking out the next entry.

I Found Puppets Living in My Apartment Walls by Ben Farthing

Last month I read a book called I Found a Circus Tent in the Woods Behind My House. It was an absurd and harrowing tale of a father and son’s fight for survival. The author wrote another I Found… book, and it’s just as strange and equally terrifying.

I Found Puppets in My Apartment Walls is the story of Johnny, who inherits his grandfather’s apartment after his death. Grandpa was one of the stars of a kids television puppet show called R-City Street, which is very obviously a parody of Sesame Street. Grandpa operated a puppet named Smoopy and, during Johnny’s first night in the apartment, Smoopy comes shambling out of a dark corner and stands over the bed before disappearing into shadow again. Thus begins a descent into an increasingly horrific, mad world of hungry, sentient puppets.

Like Farthing’s other I Found… book, I read this one in a day. It grabs you by your fear nerve and drags you into a basement of madness and gaping puppet mouths. If you’re afraid of puppets, this book might warrant some therapy afterwards. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Just Like Mother by Anne Heltzel

Oh boy. This was far from my favourite read of the month.

Just Like Mother follows Maeve, the former victim of a mother-centric cult. When she reconnects with her cousin, who she was in the cult with, Maeve knows that absolutely nothing can go wrong and leaps into the relationship with blind abandon. All of the red flags go over her head and she winds up fighting for her life and to escape traumatic memories of her childhood.

This book seemed to be wanting to say something, maybe about motherhood, or parenthood in general, or about the female body, or maybe about abuse.

I don’t want to give a lot of energy to dumping on something I didn’t enjoy, so I’ll just say I can not recommend this book. It has won awards though, so please don’t take mine as the final word on it.

The Moorstone Sickness by Bernard Taylor

I’ve read some great older, rather obscure horror novels over the years. The Religion by Nicholas Condé, The Great White Space by Basil Copper, and The Tribe by Bari Wood are just a few. While The Moorstone Sickness doesn’t hold a candle to any of those titles, it was a fairly enjoyable read.

The Moorstone Sickness follows Hal and Rowan to the village of Moorstone, where they hope to forget a tragic loss. While there, the couple experience unheard of levels of hospitality from the villagers. They soon learn that people enjoy Moorstone so much that they seldom leave.

Bernard Taylor creates a sense of mounting dread throughout the tale, even as Hal and Rowan go about mundane daily rituals. Even the glimpses into the more insidious goings-on are done so subtly that the reader can hardly know for sure that anything untoward is being done.

At the time of its publication, the premise of this book was probably a lot more effective. Maybe I’ve read too much speculative fiction and watched too many spooky / science fiction movies, but I saw what was going on in Moorstone pretty early on. I won’t give it away, but I think most readers will pick up on it pretty quick.

The worst part of this book was its conclusion. There is some fantastic buildup and things come to a chilling climax. Then the story just ends with the most obvious and least entertaining and enjoyable of all possible endings. It’s a bit disappointing given how cool the story itself was, but not enough to ruin the experience.

The Deep by Nick Cutter

This was another re-read for me. Not for lack of something interesting to read, more so because it popped up on my audiobook app and I was curious to know how it turned out. Also it’s a book I really enjoyed the first time around. I’ll stop justifying my reading choice now.

The Deep takes place during a mysterious pandemic colloquially known as the ‘Gets, called so because its victims quickly forget things, starting with the mundane and ending with sufferers forgetting how to perform necessarily bodily functions like eating and breathing. The world’s last hope turns to renowned scientist Clayton Nelson, who is investigating a strange discovery deep in the Marianas Trench. When communication with Clayton is lost after a final message, his brother, Luke, is sent down to fetch him. Luke soon learns that something terrible has befallen the Trieste, the deep sea research station Clayton is working in—terrible in the veins of The Thing and Event Horizon. It quickly becomes apparent that this is no pandemic novel, its horrors coming from something much more primeval and infinitely more monstrous.

This book is tough for a lot of reasons. The claustrophobic nature of the Trieste is utterly unnerving throughout. Add to that the isolation and separation from the surface, the monstrous presence aboard the station, and some of the most visceral images of gore that can be imagined, and you’ve got a cocktail not fit for the weak of constitution.

Big SPOILER - this book has the most drawn out and heart wrenching dog death I have ever read. It’s horrible and relentless.

The ending of this book caught me entirely off guard the first time I read it. The second time through makes it a little easier to handle, but it’s still completely insane, in the best sort of way.

As far as the audiobook is considered, narrator Corey Brill does a fantastic job. His vocal range goes from conversational to a truly unnerving baritone. I’d love to hear him narrate It.

Let the Right One In by John Ajvide Lindqvist

This book blew me away. It’s one of the absolute best books I’ve read all year, if not the best.

Let the Right One In is ostensibly about a young boy’s burgeoning relationship with a young girl who turns out to be a vampire. It was turned into a Swedish film in 2008 and was adapted into an American film in 2010, under the title Let Me In.

I’d seen the American movie and thought I knew what I was getting into, but the book is its own beautiful, terrible beast. Lindqvist does a remarkable job of exploring the secret lives of adolescents and some of the horrors inherent to youth. The lives he writes of are heartbreaking and endearing with a tragic beauty that will stick with me for a long time.

The American film (I haven’t yet seen the Swedish version) eliminates some key components of the story that change the narrative dramatically. Many of these elements are upsetting and were hard to read, but make the reader helpless to fall in love with Eli and Oskar, the book’s protagonists.

Let the Right One In has to be the best modern vampire novel written since Anne Rice’s Interview with the Vampire.

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All in all a good month for books! Have you read any of these? What are your thoughts? Let me know in the comments, by dropping me a line through the Contact page, or by hitting me up on social media: @authorchristophersweet on Instagram & Facebook, @thischrissweet on Twitter, newly on Bluesky as @christophersweet.bsky.social (I think…it’s confusing), and also finally on TikTok as @christophersweetauthor

Have an awesome month. You’ll hear from me again in November!

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