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The Fume of Poppies Paperback – September 1, by Jonathan Kozol (Author) out of 5 stars 2 ratings/5(2). Now I know that there are people who will say this kind of love-making is a fairly ordinary event and there is no sense writing a book about that when everyone has done the same thing at one time or other in . Hardcover. First edition. Fine in near fine dustwrapper with spine lightly faded. Advance Review Copy with publisher's slip and author's black and white photograph laid in. The author's first novel. Item Author: KOZOL, Jonathan. Light Housekeeping Near the Yard; THE FUME OF POPPIES. By Jonthan Kozol. pp. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company. $3.
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