{"id":58,"date":"2006-01-25T20:40:31","date_gmt":"2006-01-26T00:40:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books-test\/?p=58"},"modified":"2006-01-25T20:40:31","modified_gmt":"2006-01-26T00:40:31","slug":"not-all-tarts-are-apple-by-pip-grangerpenguin-2003-originally-bantam-2002","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/not-all-tarts-are-apple-by-pip-grangerpenguin-2003-originally-bantam-2002\/","title":{"rendered":"Not All Tarts Are Apple by Pip GrangerPenguin, 2003 (originally Bantam, 2002)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Soho (London) in the 1950s, rhyming slang (&#8220;she&#8217;s probably too Brahms to give a monkey&#8217;s&#8221;) and all the pimps and their girls, the mobsters, and seven-year-old Rosie at the center of it all. Fun and charming, though sometimes precious or sentimental: sentences like &#8220;Now I like the telly as much as the next person, but I sometimes miss the days when people did things together.&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Soho (London) in the 1950s, rhyming slang (&#8220;she&#8217;s probably too Brahms to give a monkey&#8217;s&#8221;) and all the pimps and their girls, the mobsters, and seven-year-old Rosie at the center of it all. Fun and charming, though sometimes precious or sentimental: sentences like &#8220;Now I like the telly as much as the next person, but [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-58","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=58"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/58\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=58"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=58"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=58"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}